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Who would have thought? I saw a luminous dream As the culmination of my life. Your hands, your lips... Yo! Fleeting though it is, A dream is no more fleeting Than what we call reality, But it is satisfying while it lasts.
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Who would have thought? I saw a luminous dream As the culmination of my life. Your hands, your lips... Yo! Fleeting though it is, A dream is no more fleeting Than what we call reality, But it is satisfying while it lasts.
Today, I'm a hungry ghost: Exhausted, mindless, Driven to consumption. Out of place among the living, And yet here I am, breathing.
Trickling, blowing, Snoring, buzzing. The night is a soundscape And I must be its witness.
A new blossom unfurls In my conscience Beautiful and dark and heady. I want to cherish each petal Of the flower of loss, But I can't forget the garden: My weeds need tending, too.
Immensely grateful Tears streak my cheeks Freedom
“Words are lies,” the Master said. But I cheated on my wife, With the fingertip of my index. When the house of cards fell, She was gone, and it's over. Maybe I wasn't cut for it. So I went to hell in a handbasket, Settled my own cozy circle. With some work, it's not all bad To be married to my own life: When there's no way out, Compromise is much easier. Finally, I can be faithful here, And hear the dawn chorus sing.
Vivo questa serata con l'attitudine di chi marcia al patibolo: Di chi non può fermarsi a guardare indietro, E al contempo non ha alcuna fretta di arrivare. Il tumulto della folla, il dramma del mondo, oggi non li sento miei.
Ora che il mio pensiero Collassa tutto su di lei Non ne rimane più per me E mi sento davvero solo Ora che non devo più cercare Mi sento davvero perso
Thanks, my Love, for teaching me: Love's not about finding You, But growth through seeking You. Finding is the singularity of serendipity: Irreconcilable intention and consequence Unified in truth at the end of reality.
Nothing to desire, Nowhere to go: I choose to embody The Brownian motion Of my thoughts.