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There was thought Then thought waking Lifted eyes of knowing To go away There rested word A place inside every page Word too **** in the sun Lifted eyes of weight To go away When I see the wind in the trees With the birds the bugs the bees I see there is nothing else to do But believe In this place and this place Only There are heads turning Burning Bending And mending Towards objectives that turn to nothingness Dissolve to ash to sand to a fine sawdust dance Then the energy melts to sorrow For the realization of that effort Shows a painful hue of awakening truth HOW TRUE WE ARE UNTIL IT TURNS FALSE! HOW HARD WE WORK UNTIL WE SEE THE OBJECTS TRUE END! HOW WE LOVE UNTIL WE FEEL WE LOVE NO MORE! Water sacks float underneath bridges made of rickety wood Chipped brick from wars I only can understand from pictures The sound of maggot chewed drift wood gently rocks against the corpses of the beach To be dead in life Is to leave unfilled unremembered unmastered undone Leaving you to come back again Towards the like-wise pondering machines of mechananistic relapses Churning in a cyclone of black matter The self dissolving into the self into nothing All like before To not be forgotten or remembered To turn to nothing To be born again in nothing To be but not to be All In the true nothingness Of being Sealed envelope claps its jaws shut Biting its own tongue Today Light shines on myself My friends On the creamed filled mountains floating silently above me But maybe Not Tomorrow
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
Step Forward then Away
There was thought Then thought waking Lifted eyes of knowing To go away There rested word A place inside every page Word too **** in the sun Lifted eyes of weight To go away When I see the wind in the trees With the birds the bugs the bees I see there is nothing else to do But believe In this place and this place Only There are heads turning Burning Bending And mending Towards objectives that turn to nothingness Dissolve to ash to sand to a fine sawdust dance Then the energy melts to sorrow For the realization of that effort Shows a painful hue of awakening truth HOW TRUE WE ARE UNTIL IT TURNS FALSE! HOW HARD WE WORK UNTIL WE SEE THE OBJECTS TRUE END! HOW WE LOVE UNTIL WE FEEL WE LOVE NO MORE! Water sacks float underneath bridges made of rickety wood Chipped brick from wars I only can understand from pictures The sound of maggot chewed drift wood gently rocks against the corpses of the beach To be dead in life Is to leave unfilled unremembered unmastered undone Leaving you to come back again Towards the like-wise pondering machines of mechananistic relapses Churning in a cyclone of black matter The self dissolving into the self into nothing All like before To not be forgotten or remembered To turn to nothing To be born again in nothing To be but not to be All In the true nothingness Of being Sealed envelope claps its jaws shut Biting its own tongue Today Light shines on myself My friends On the creamed filled mountains floating silently above me But maybe Not Tomorrow
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ashby-brown
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
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