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My alone, and the alone you have in your heart are the same. Sometimes, alone doesn't make any noise, it just sits watching, deep, silent. But sometimes, alone is on fire, and alone is screaming, and alone is bent, beaten -- and I wish my alone could fly out of my mouth and become fog-- but the fog has an alone, everything has an alone, and everyone has an alone. I can’t throw my alone away. It belongs to me. Sometimes, my alone sings into the gently dropping sun, and sometimes, my alone floats up with water, in the verdant trees, the high birds, and I know that my resting alone is also resting in the heart of the world. My alone, the only alone thrashing in my heart, is always thrashing in the heart of the everything… we all want silence, we want to say , ‘my alone can be only this loud,’ ‘my alone can only ache this much’ ‘my fire, it must be stomped out,’ but our alone knows every secret. We can’t throw it away. Once the fire of alone sets we break mirrors, and sleep all day, and smash body against body; but we can’t hate our alone. We can hate the fire, we can hate the pain, but we can’t hate our alone.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
alone
My alone, and the alone you have in your heart are the same. Sometimes, alone doesn't make any noise, it just sits watching, deep, silent. But sometimes, alone is on fire, and alone is screaming, and alone is bent, beaten -- and I wish my alone could fly out of my mouth and become fog-- but the fog has an alone, everything has an alone, and everyone has an alone. I can’t throw my alone away. It belongs to me. Sometimes, my alone sings into the gently dropping sun, and sometimes, my alone floats up with water, in the verdant trees, the high birds, and I know that my resting alone is also resting in the heart of the world. My alone, the only alone thrashing in my heart, is always thrashing in the heart of the everything… we all want silence, we want to say , ‘my alone can be only this loud,’ ‘my alone can only ache this much’ ‘my fire, it must be stomped out,’ but our alone knows every secret. We can’t throw it away. Once the fire of alone sets we break mirrors, and sleep all day, and smash body against body; but we can’t hate our alone. We can hate the fire, we can hate the pain, but we can’t hate our alone.
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jonny-bolduc
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
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