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You came to me a morning star You offered me infinity I, bedazzled, took your hand We revolved around the sun You ushered me to an endless sea of possibilities That was how you called it That was how you used to tell me You held me, playing careful defense A paladin A sparrow to her nest I, affected with great wonder Mindlessly bathed the silken water Drowned myself in the soft bubbles of the crashing waves Not bedeviled by troubles nor disturbance, nor distress You walked ahead of me As if protecting me from the swelling crests or from the cold, or from the salt that filled my chest I, spellbind influenced by your charms and your incantations Moved rakishly along your convivial course Unto your heavens Unto your hell Into your fire Into your soul that was what you said That was how you used to tell me I believed I accepted in veracity And I watched, a sentinel As you moved in rhythmic steps and playful gestures Until I was confounded by your intricate motion I, caught in a whirling sensation Imperiled by a tendency to fall Was carried into your nauseous complexity I, paralyzed by my perplexity You venerated me, you said Or that was how you used to tell me Yet, I was disconnected and I, an amazed audience, stood enthralled Or was I merely standing in stunned silence? Stupefied Yet disconnected?
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
The Manifestation of the Fool
You came to me a morning star You offered me infinity I, bedazzled, took your hand We revolved around the sun You ushered me to an endless sea of possibilities That was how you called it That was how you used to tell me You held me, playing careful defense A paladin A sparrow to her nest I, affected with great wonder Mindlessly bathed the silken water Drowned myself in the soft bubbles of the crashing waves Not bedeviled by troubles nor disturbance, nor distress You walked ahead of me As if protecting me from the swelling crests or from the cold, or from the salt that filled my chest I, spellbind influenced by your charms and your incantations Moved rakishly along your convivial course Unto your heavens Unto your hell Into your fire Into your soul that was what you said That was how you used to tell me I believed I accepted in veracity And I watched, a sentinel As you moved in rhythmic steps and playful gestures Until I was confounded by your intricate motion I, caught in a whirling sensation Imperiled by a tendency to fall Was carried into your nauseous complexity I, paralyzed by my perplexity You venerated me, you said Or that was how you used to tell me Yet, I was disconnected and I, an amazed audience, stood enthralled Or was I merely standing in stunned silence? Stupefied Yet disconnected?
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
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