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Look in on his                           Loneliness                                          As he – in|           The rugged determination of                                                The very rock                                                 Under his feet: Stares into the storm of our dreams. The whiteness of our innocent and                                Unguarded                                             Emotions| Are a storm that blew the sea of rationality           From the strange crags of the floors             Of unconscious spiritual awakening                          To unknown                                         Undesired                                                                                                                                         And neverending-                         -Short. Love.                      And sweet comforting familiarity.                                  It’s all useless,                                    Every bit meaningless. The deepest Sadness being| He Knows None of it.
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Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
The Non-Dreamer
Look in on his                           Loneliness                                          As he – in|           The rugged determination of                                                The very rock                                                 Under his feet: Stares into the storm of our dreams. The whiteness of our innocent and                                Unguarded                                             Emotions| Are a storm that blew the sea of rationality           From the strange crags of the floors             Of unconscious spiritual awakening                          To unknown                                         Undesired                                                                                                                                         And neverending-                         -Short. Love.                      And sweet comforting familiarity.                                  It’s all useless,                                    Every bit meaningless. The deepest Sadness being| He Knows None of it.
A reaction to Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog by Caspar David Friedrich http://triangulations.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/caspar-david-friedrich-wanderer-above-the-sea-of-fog.jpg
jeremy-r-frenette
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28/Agender/Canadian
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
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