I saw it. The nail and the hammer and the strike. It took me a minute to process it, but what I saw wasn't as appalling as one might think it to be. The far-be-it-from-me conclusion, that was made before it happened, was the single most persuasive argument I could have heard. It made what I saw less real, less meaningful. When that hammer came...
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How many of us constantly watch the sunrise?
How many eclipse the precision?
How many try?
And how many die?
How many take?
And how many want?
How many have?
And how many reach?
How many have found?
And how many search?
How many learn?
And how many are taught?
How many bow?
And how many create???
Time is an enzyme.
Industrial necessity.
With blind faith, stumbling around in a dark room.
Exposé.
Over exposure;
Treatment applied over zealously.
Picturesque and a furniture frontier.
Please,
Welcome me with comfort food,
I am in need of a place to dry off and rest.
Can I regain?
Can I compose?
Or will this insanity I created,
be the dogma I can not deny?
Throw me away and lock up the key,
I am too stable for your disease.
There is nothing besides what you believe,
And in the end it is what deceives.
Your logic makes no sense to me,
Weighing me down; I breathe desperately.
Our battles are fought so constantly,
And no victor stands proud for eternity.
So often wrong on a higher frequency,
Disregarding your...
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Precious.
My known lust loses its shadow and is free.
Moving with the crashing waves I embed.
Docile during bedlam, breaking spirit and soul.
Wishing for calm,
Rewarded with austerity,
I humbly back down from the knife.
There is a hole in the wall.
A hole that emits little light.
A little light multiplied,
thousands, millions, billions and more.
In midnight.
I crawl across the...
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Rhythm.
Succinct beat calling both far and near;
Tapping. Booming. Broken. Steady.
Body.
Upon the alter of excess we lay our bones;
Shaking. Trembling. Furious. Fierce.
Drug.
The sensation under skin;
Enhanced. Pure. Real. Feel.
It ends but begins again;
Like a perfect day,
That we all crave.
My fire pit is lakeside. The other side of the bay doesn't seem far when I skip stones during the day but in the darkness it's as distant as the stars that perforate the black sky above; millions and millions of kilometres from my colour and light sensing retina.
I guess the dimensions of my fire pit at 90cm x 90cm but I've never actually...
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