My secret wish
is just to dissolve
into my bed
to become one
with everything around
to become the fabric
of the universe

To become water
run through mountains
into green valleys
and join everyone
at the sea party
to raise up as clouds
and fall down as rain drops

To end the thirst
of one lonely human
to became his blood
to go through his lungs
through his heart
and livers
and to leave him again.

To leave the Earth
and go on a journey
that leads nowhere
into deep space
to watch it all from afar
watch it all end
and start all over again.

She couldn't be a mortal, just simply born;
but truly a goddess, ignited, free from form.
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The day the ground met with her delicate toes
was the night the stars aligned in symmetrical rows.
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In dream, she dances and glides upon air.
Awake, she braids comets in the threads of her hair.
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My greetings seem hollowed, I am drifting afloat.
The language of fondness is a lump in my throat.
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Her outline is gleaming with a soft, vermilion luster.
Her eyes, subtle jasper, urges your core not to trust her.
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Not a staza, nor an epic can contain flawless grace,
or the yearning I feel when we are sharing this space.

In the world of not.
I am not what you think of me
i AM just not
for there are times where I AM NOT
what I SHOULD BE in the world of not.

I open my window vent facing the open south,
I gaze to my right to the setting sun,
and to my left to Bawdsey and Poland,
As my lonely days draw to a close.

It's open in the hope that,
I'll catch her call on the wind,
or somehow inhale her breath from the air,
but they never come.

Death is standing behind me with great posture,
as if for me to turn round and shake his hand,
so he can take the heavy breathing away from me,
and stop the heavy beating of my heart.

when I run or walk..
in the day or night.
I smile toward the sky..
I sometimes wave..
one day I will get to watch my life.. to see me acknowledge myself from this life before the other..
I smile at the thought of it..
when I become that star I gaze at..

No great stories will be written about us
for we are nought but the **** of the earth.

Don't you think it absurd?

Know that we will not be remembered,
Remember that we will not be heard.

This lack of history will destroy our world.

Have you ever wanted to preserve
something so beautiful before?