if the brand new day is more elsewhen
than the right now...
find your joy
and jump for it
when the Earth is more small
than the gravity.
when the simple thing
is more gone
than an apparent dream
slumbering
where the caste is a husk
of no thinking.
drink fear and be done with it.
sour your oats
and bring the sea to your fathoms.
be one with the ghost
of your mad madness .
be glad at your march
into rude sadness.
be one with your never
as completely
as you dive
darkly. as
ever.
As Ever.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
if the brand new day is more elsewhen
than the right now...
find your joy
and jump for it
when the Earth is more small
than the gravity.
when the simple thing
is more gone
than an apparent dream
slumbering
where the caste is a husk
of no thinking.
drink fear and be done with it.
sour your oats
and bring the sea to your fathoms.
be one with the ghost
of your mad madness .
be glad at your march
into rude sadness.
be one with your never
as completely
as you dive
darkly. as
ever.
As Ever.
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