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a dark, dreary dream it seems-
no fog thicker than it's haze
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this land is real, it exists-
this place has a sign with its name
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no map on earth has inked
to draw the arrows to this maze
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a garden of eternity,
where the rabbits, feral and wolves, tame

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this place is cloudy,
but each whispy haze weighs a metric tonne
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the crown on each tree
and their boughs so far up their trunks
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they form a cloak, impenetrable
that paints it sable against the sun
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and what little sunlight dies-
in the ebon sea, its flare had sunk

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there is no light here,
save for an oil-less lamp yet to be lit
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an ashless bonfire-
wood yet to be gathered and be burnt
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these pixies have no home
other than the cage one carries them in it
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these fireflies have no light,
save for what is suffered and learnt

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the forest makes pub ******
of those who lose themselves there
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leches of those thirsty
who drink from its streams and creeks
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they fail and falter and fall on the forest floor,
and the bushes wake back to life and stare
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these are the sentinels of the forest,
and it is your surrender they seek


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skulls and rib cages decorate
and hang from the boughs in this forest
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the beaten trail there is paved
with the bones of the pleasant and their tales
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the lamps are candles stuffed in the skulls
of the truthful and honest
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you walk on these and where the bones stop,
you stand on where the last of them failed

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the night here is neverending,
according to whom have endured
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when it actually ends,
all memory of its trees and creeks cease
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each and every soul that stands,
has left footprints here for sure
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no telling which are the footprints of those,
living, lived, or recently deceased

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this place is cold,
the clement light drowned out eons ago
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it's cruel too,
this brumal darkness too tame to **** you
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it keeps your heart-beating,
pounding down on you with layers of snow
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it makes you forget the clement light,
makes you forget the warmth your breath once drew

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how you get there nobody knows,
one wrong step- the forest eats you
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from the sidewalk, from school to home, into the alleyway,
the forest eats you
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the door between your room and the living room's screams,
the forest eats you
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from the covers of your sheet into the noise of the streets,
the forest eats you

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from the street to an inn, back to the street again,
the forest eats you
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from the light of screen into the darkness of bed,
the forest eats you
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from the concave stomachs and a mountain of debt,
the forest eats you
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the stool between you and a knotted rope,
the forest sill eats you

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and then, skin hard and frozen cold
since wandering this grove of a thousand broken lights
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the crown of the trees recede
and the boughs begin to thin towards the opposite pole
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there is no sun here, other than the immolated torch
of your flesh burning bright
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there is no sun here,
other than the immolated phlogiston
that combusts at the end of

the dark night of the soul
the first spark sparks

in the wastes of Shabsheer
his bread and water, that of niter
where he would spend nights here
worked as dawn neared

his flame soon to burn a million
harshness and saltpeter
his nickname was 'Paidarion'
his future more bitter

ⲇⲉⲁⲑ took a paid lover
and soon, mother and father
no home, no lamp for his feet

as the Egyptian sun began to blister
under the shade of one's beard
he sought an elder

"watch- for you are awake
you are seeing
you are knowing

watch- the baker as he bakes
the thieves fleeing
and the farmer sowing

"starve- we'll eat later
now we ponder
the hunger of  the beggar

the next we pass one
dont let him wonder
invite him to share our supper

"know to rise above
and to go under
to pass through-
and asunder

for He weaves
our lives together
we hold each other

in the pattern of our souls

He weaves us together
that we may hold one another
from the cradle to the casket

humanity woven well
holds on to much more
like a good basket
blinding,
irredeemably
blinding

it hurts thine eyes
it forces thy mouth open
to sing!

sing towards it
sing towards Him

sing in the night
sing in the day

forget not-
the emerald light
see in your heart
crucem  zmaragdinae
look at
those
who ponder
life and see
no meaning

i look
at them
and wonder
if its God they're
only memeing

but if they think
it's stupid to seek
in this world-
some meaning

it's even stupider
to think and wonder
why this world
has no meaning

unknown
unseen
unheard

no one saw
no one heard
no one knows

the Big Bang

none can see
none can tell
none can testify

the island with
only one man

blind
to its meaning
blind to its
meaninglessness

why
would i bother
crying over
something
i cant understand

the abyss might be deep
the abyss might be shallow

jump into and find out

i can't lose-
for thou not a sin

can't gain-
neither is it a win

you can't lose or win-
crumble or withstand

can't lose or win-
to an enemy I cant understand

can't raise a sword or staff
to an enemy i don't have
seriously,
stop this existential,
absurdist,
Rick and Morty,
*******

it ain't deep
to assume
meaninglessness
if you don't know

(an none of us ever will)

the true depth of the abyss
if you want
to see a Higher
a higher than
-any other

forget what It is
forget Its name
you'll know not why
you'll not know not how

for what It is
is all but the same
you'll know when you die
not while you live now

to know while alive
and not yet dead
what is known only
when one is dead

is to think without life
to think with no pulse
think like a light
that dies when turned off

but the mercury still glows
however faint and dark

contemplate on that glow
to know after death
as to know in life
and to forget all design

for in the clouds above
you are

sightless
lame and
blind

In Heaven
a place
without pain
a place
out of line

we are all

sightless,
lame and
blind
you
walk around- all around
see their eyes
these eyes upon you

see around, all abound
in truth and lies that
suddenly drown you

you are not a you-
yourself
you are a you-
that you made
yourself

what you call you
are bits and bobs
of other people
that you like

what you call you,
is the result
of what you see
in all there eyes

therefore-

if you want to see
you- the you
and not you- the other

you'll have to see
the you that's seen
by all the many others

look in their eyes
look without fear or terror
stare into their eyes
for they are merely mirrors

the you that you see
through them
is the you that you are
there and then
finally
it blooms
the effervescent
flower of aphrodite
in our midst
its petals unravel
alaj!
tis' love
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