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Mother – Part III

Deep night, sweet Mother, I am your son. Veiled in darkness, the whole world and all souls within it are asleep. Only I wander. Now and then the winds of the void raise their voices, quickly dying out, without a trace – only the Silence is left. I have come to seek the shores that […]

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The Chariot

Who can stop me now, now that I no longer betray myself? There is a head on my body, dictating every move. No longer a wandering spirit, no longer a trembling mind, locked inside a skull, no longer a stranger to myself, I send emissaries to the distant lands of my being, rallying the troops […]

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Disappointment

To be purified by Disappointment. Of all great forces to rock the world of man, disappointment cuts down the false body of illusion most painfully. And yet, it is the mere separation from attachment. How terrible, to find that one has placed their hopes in the Fleeting. What a pity – they were only meant […]

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The Great Promise

Ah, have I forgotten to speak? It is if my soul is drained of words. Unable to break the dams of the outer body, the waters of my inner world have turned further inwards, outwardly mute. Not a time to speak, but to listen, to think, to consider. To consolidate. The way to peace with […]

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A Lover and a Tyrant

I have been trying to write on the hurt that I caused you, for some time, but it was too early, too far away from perfection, too murky and unfamiliar, to me. It is because I had wished to be the sweetest song in your life, at once appearing human and transcending that image. I […]

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Wasteful Years

The sun of my wasteful years is setting. Let there be no tomorrow for my squandering. It is as if I am drinking from an ever smaller glass, it is as if my world is shrinking just as I began exploring it. A palpable feeling. But there is a sweet new pride in working at […]

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The One-Eyed

There was an infinite source of visions in me, once. I remember a life worthy of song, and yet it now appears illusory. A conquest in a dream, unfit for the world of the waking. How can one sing and stutter at the same time? How can those two opposing worlds exist at once? There […]

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Anger

To burn down to ash. To say all, to run out of breath, to lose all reason to exist. Kneeling over the smouldering cinders of my former self, I ask in disbelief, how it was possible. Never before did I look so coldly at my own arms, incapable of shaping the world into my image. […]

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The Venom

Endless horizons, space, expanding marvellously in all directions, limitless. Valleys of warmth and mountains of unmatched beauty. You offer yourselves to me freely, you rain on me, you come right into my arms. You whisper in my ear, longing to be wanted. You speak with a golden voice, seducing me. Your possibilities bicker for my […]

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Of Song and Man

I learned, Man survived because he sang. So I sang. Screeching like a hatchling, fallen from its nest, motherless, I did not know then that I could fly. The opening of my throat, the broadening of my chest, the play of my tongue – they caught me off guard. No longer an outcast of my […]