"echopraxia" poems
“Nothing up there tonight but entropy, and the same imaginary shapes that people had been imposing on nature since they’d first thought to wonder at the heavens.”
― Peter Watts, Echopraxia
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
You have one of twelve left in me
I am truly at my limit
this echopaxia of human form
is what I do so well
It's a pity, you know
I really wanted to be someone
but it seems this was just a hobby
as I am asked to fade into ambiguity
Why did I have to know love
why did I have to know pain
why give me pride
then take it away again
Just a little longer
just another garden
just another kiss
by bidding and wish
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC