I have surrendered to ungovernable impulses
That within my very existence invokes a great addiction
Oppresses noise and forms an intoxication of contradictions
They caress me with impetuous charms of dazzling vision
With vast silences that mitigate in sonorous symbolism
Exiled in my own reality, I see what I have never seen
Or only thought I saw I am now condemned
To see what has never been seen
A shimmering like the painting of a whisper
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC
I have surrendered to ungovernable impulses
That within my very existence invokes a great addiction
Oppresses noise and forms an intoxication of contradictions
They caress me with impetuous charms of dazzling vision
With vast silences that mitigate in sonorous symbolism
Exiled in my own reality, I see what I have never seen
Or only thought I saw I am now condemned
To see what has never been seen
A shimmering like the painting of a whisper
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