Tag: Poetry
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A dream of the pantheon
I had a strange dream. Ignoring the events that led up to it, there was a gathering of powerful people, and I was among them. There was going to be a great ordering and striving to see who would take what position. Everyone had strengths and abilities. There were men and women. Some I knew,…
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On depression
What is depression? I am my depression. It is Me. And my depression is the world. We are one. It is where the Reality of my mind and heart touch the World. And the world touches back. It’s hands pressed up against the window Matching mine. And the truth is Somewhere in that space between…
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Only time is adamantine
Only time is adamantine. Only one hardest substance serves As an armor impervious To all ventures. Not a thousand years of tearing and Scratching with desperate hands serve to carve Even a single, transparent curl From the surface of one moment. Bright and fixed for eternity; Unchangeable, unreachable Before your eyes. Untouchable. My eyes search…
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