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If only, if only a small red fish would come show his golden eyes above the apathetic ocean and ask me to make three wishes, to have three dreams I can’t come up with one If only, if only the tides would come, burning to wash us off the shore, to take us, wrap us and bury us like amnesiac seeds in its warm ***** its vast womb If it came as an enormous face, a shining face to look us in the eye, to draw us into its blinding mirror, to make us press our mouths to its vast lips, and into its huge blue eye retreat and rest... If only, if only something, someone, anything, anyone would come, a ray of dark apocalyptic light, an effervescent narcotic toxin, a new shiver, a new anxiety, a leap into a different world, if only there could be another man, another wisdom, a new thought to think us all to deliver us from ourselves, to abolish us and we cease, universe, souls, if only we could endure the birthing pain to sleep... die... sleep... to rise again into Imagination... Magda Carneci from My Cup of Light
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
"If only"
If only, if only a small red fish would come show his golden eyes above the apathetic ocean and ask me to make three wishes, to have three dreams I can’t come up with one If only, if only the tides would come, burning to wash us off the shore, to take us, wrap us and bury us like amnesiac seeds in its warm ***** its vast womb If it came as an enormous face, a shining face to look us in the eye, to draw us into its blinding mirror, to make us press our mouths to its vast lips, and into its huge blue eye retreat and rest... If only, if only something, someone, anything, anyone would come, a ray of dark apocalyptic light, an effervescent narcotic toxin, a new shiver, a new anxiety, a leap into a different world, if only there could be another man, another wisdom, a new thought to think us all to deliver us from ourselves, to abolish us and we cease, universe, souls, if only we could endure the birthing pain to sleep... die... sleep... to rise again into Imagination... Magda Carneci from My Cup of Light
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
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