Look in on his
Loneliness
As he – in|
The rugged determination of
The very rock
Under his feet:
Stares into the storm of our dreams.
The whiteness of our innocent and
Unguarded
Emotions|
Are a storm that blew the sea of rationality
From the strange crags of the floors
Of unconscious spiritual awakening
To unknown
Undesired
And neverending-
-Short. Love.
And sweet comforting familiarity.
It’s all useless,
Every bit meaningless.
The deepest
Sadness being|
He
Knows
None of it.
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Look in on his
Loneliness
As he – in|
The rugged determination of
The very rock
Under his feet:
Stares into the storm of our dreams.
The whiteness of our innocent and
Unguarded
Emotions|
Are a storm that blew the sea of rationality
From the strange crags of the floors
Of unconscious spiritual awakening
To unknown
Undesired
And neverending-
-Short. Love.
And sweet comforting familiarity.
It’s all useless,
Every bit meaningless.
The deepest
Sadness being|
He
Knows
None of it.
A reaction to Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog by Caspar David Friedrich
http://triangulations.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/caspar-david-friedrich-wanderer-above-the-sea-of-fog.jpg
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