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a facsimile of happiness a continuous depression filled with interludes of sunsets shimmering off loving eyes           neither logic nor morality warm beds           so we keel over, head long into midnight streets           groping for lips to kiss               ears to listen                  hands to caress                    ******* to obliterate for Newton's apple to drop or Buddha's lotus to blossom for Gabriel's sword to rip chests open        some are enslaved to absolute subjectivity                                   a tattered rag flapping on the wind                        they are forever drowning drowning drowning              dooming any who dive in to save                         they can not step back and observe the play                         they are the play: the king, the jester, the soldier                          the longing maiden, bitter spinstress, sword-smith's daughter                          the prideful hero or stubborn villain                          the country bumpkin chopping wood                          the raving madman in the wilderness                                                                         oblivious to the back-drop or matrices             the paradigms of passion              the translucent chemical pulleys             the perpetual violations of history               ******* them                 even in the womb the birth of an idea is the most wondrous phenomenon the booming I AM forever resounding it is a big-bang of metaphysical splendor it is the unity of art-science-religion the holy trinity of being
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
The Laughing Lion
a facsimile of happiness a continuous depression filled with interludes of sunsets shimmering off loving eyes           neither logic nor morality warm beds           so we keel over, head long into midnight streets           groping for lips to kiss               ears to listen                  hands to caress                    ******* to obliterate for Newton's apple to drop or Buddha's lotus to blossom for Gabriel's sword to rip chests open        some are enslaved to absolute subjectivity                                   a tattered rag flapping on the wind                        they are forever drowning drowning drowning              dooming any who dive in to save                         they can not step back and observe the play                         they are the play: the king, the jester, the soldier                          the longing maiden, bitter spinstress, sword-smith's daughter                          the prideful hero or stubborn villain                          the country bumpkin chopping wood                          the raving madman in the wilderness                                                                         oblivious to the back-drop or matrices             the paradigms of passion              the translucent chemical pulleys             the perpetual violations of history               ******* them                 even in the womb the birth of an idea is the most wondrous phenomenon the booming I AM forever resounding it is a big-bang of metaphysical splendor it is the unity of art-science-religion the holy trinity of being
"Laughing lion" is from Nietzsche
#metaphysical#medieval#archtype
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
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