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I am a quivering puddle of melancholic, sorrowful water Held by God in its palms in front of its chest My black candle burns alone Light of tears Wax water of shadow The flickering silent candle light In the lonely corner Rides the seas of my tears Falling into the firmament beneath my feet And the abyss above my head God clasps its hands into its chest Where I melt My philosophy shimmers faintly in its chest chamber My lips that know a thousand languages are tightly sealed My pupils that glow with flame gaze into the depth of the darkness in my eyelids I sit in silence Like a one-month-old melancholic child Angry force pounds from my silent body into the white-grey land of existence My infantile body sits in silence Unable to be compensated Unable to be consoled My cotton shirt is full of flower seeds That are also silent Imagining the mountains Imagining waves of hills They are nourished by the imaginations And blossomed all over me I stand up And turn around To face the faintly blue white radiance
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
I am a quivering puddle of melancholic, sorrowful water
I am a quivering puddle of melancholic, sorrowful water Held by God in its palms in front of its chest My black candle burns alone Light of tears Wax water of shadow The flickering silent candle light In the lonely corner Rides the seas of my tears Falling into the firmament beneath my feet And the abyss above my head God clasps its hands into its chest Where I melt My philosophy shimmers faintly in its chest chamber My lips that know a thousand languages are tightly sealed My pupils that glow with flame gaze into the depth of the darkness in my eyelids I sit in silence Like a one-month-old melancholic child Angry force pounds from my silent body into the white-grey land of existence My infantile body sits in silence Unable to be compensated Unable to be consoled My cotton shirt is full of flower seeds That are also silent Imagining the mountains Imagining waves of hills They are nourished by the imaginations And blossomed all over me I stand up And turn around To face the faintly blue white radiance
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
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