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The right eye is the window of hope the left eye the window of despair And this proposition is proven in my photograph a portrait of a grizzled guy taken just before he stepped in front of a speeding car while gesticulating wildly Who knows what happened there? Yet I will live! gather fallen timbers to form a stockade against time Because finally I have discovered that time is not my friend It's a simple game she plays time girl trickster girl but my ancient beams will prevail I swear it by a handful of ash and mark the moment with a rune that exists outside of time and says simply Be this. You were forever thus. It's a difficult rune to read and a harder path to follow.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
Notes on a Self Portrait
The right eye is the window of hope the left eye the window of despair And this proposition is proven in my photograph a portrait of a grizzled guy taken just before he stepped in front of a speeding car while gesticulating wildly Who knows what happened there? Yet I will live! gather fallen timbers to form a stockade against time Because finally I have discovered that time is not my friend It's a simple game she plays time girl trickster girl but my ancient beams will prevail I swear it by a handful of ash and mark the moment with a rune that exists outside of time and says simply Be this. You were forever thus. It's a difficult rune to read and a harder path to follow.
jeff-stier
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
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