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/Detaching and relatching,
ever-shifting retinas
* singe the .7mm LCD,
* tattooing their reflection
* onto a surface of light.

Transfixing and addicting
* but cold, barren, and void.

Push ourselves inward,
* never mine the diamonds or the coal./
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/This inane information tundra;
* atmosphere of global consciousness;
* comforting blanket of the uncanny.

Sedated meditation works
* towards rattled harmony./
float: connected nirvana.

/Plug-in, shoot-up
* Log-on, nod-off*/

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I hear the ring across the room,
And I know who it is.
I can’t bring myself to accept the call,
But my fingers are more careless.

I can hear the ***** on your breath.
Your voice is sweet and delicate.
But my voice escapes your ears,
You don’t hear my tones laden with fear.

You tell me what’s on your flesh,
My dear you can try your best.
But I’ll tell you now I never wanted this.

There’s more I crave than just this call,
Where the smile that made me fall?
All I ever see is anguish in your teeth,
I’m much more than warmth,
For a drunken nights sleep.

Die stroom van verlange                             The stream of longing
Vloei na die see                                             Flows to the sea
In die verste diepte                                       To the furthest depth
Van sy blou heimwee.                                  Of its blue nostalgia

Die sande wag                                               The sands lie awaiting
Vir die verre wind                                          The distant wind -
Die rotse aanskou                                           The rocks gaze on
Die spelende see.                                            The playing sea

In een oomblik                                              In one moment
Spring die vis omhoog                                 The fish leaps on high
Deur die son beskilder                                  Painted by the sun
Dan ewig dood.                                             Then dead eternally.

If every painter, poet, voice of reason were to die,

How dreary would be the world without art.

Just take all source of light and smother it,

And let darkness suffocate us, and all there is.

 

If every moaning lover, were to be silenced at this moment,

How dreary would be the world without desire.

Equivelant to taking all fires and putting them out,

And letting waters run deep, deep enough to drown us.

 

If your breath were to vanish, causing you to fall to your knees,

How dreary would be the world without you.

You could take every painting, every book, every song,

And drown it in the waters that washed away desire.

 

Bring forth to my eyes all the darkness in this world.

Bring forth to my skin all the fires that burn brightly.

And bring forth to my nerves all the pain there is to bear,

For how could I continue, in a world that is so dreary?

Does he think I am trivial?
You do not find peace
If you avoid everything.
I need answers.

The truth can hurt, though.
So do I really want it?
I wonder if I leave
If it will solve his problems.
I designate myself: the culprit of them all.