Feb 2015
To live and love and lie and loath
and feel the pain of spiritual growth.
What consoles you?
Keep [it] going.
Regardless of whether I have a soul
I am content to be.
This me,
Myself and I
are no match
for be and being
from great heights;
I am an odd flux (in a strange loop).
and feel the pain of spiritual growth.
What consoles you?
Keep [it] going.
Regardless of whether I have a soul
I am content to be.
This me,
Myself and I
are no match
for be and being
from great heights;
I am an odd flux (in a strange loop).
At least I am human,
Or rather, part-human.
The rest of me was
lost in translation.
Or rather, part-human.
The rest of me was
lost in translation.
(29/Other/Empyrean)
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