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Monday, October 27, 2014
Pink Floyd - Lost For Words
i finished with my enemies, the doors are open anyway, and i deal with enemies as soon as they come inside, immediatley. i am my only one enemy, sometimes...
all other enemies are fucking anonymous and hard to catch.
this kind of anonymity is a symptom of a society where humans and animals are
being continuously forced to live estranged to life itself, and it means suffering under an unknown and deadly power from behind curtains painted by paragraphs.
all other enemies are fucking anonymous and hard to catch.
this kind of anonymity is a symptom of a society where humans and animals are
being continuously forced to live estranged to life itself, and it means suffering under an unknown and deadly power from behind curtains painted by paragraphs.
i watched a robin
i watched a robin
this foggy morning.
will it stay
for the winter?
will this one
survive the snow?
and when
did it break the shell?
for a moment of wonder,
a robin is a robin,
but i just saw
and felt this presence.
i call it a robin
and it is.
and then liquid light
in warm fluttering,
filling a pulsing heart
extending in wings,
impossible to touch,
impossible to touch,
it left in flight
for its own part of life.
i watched a robin
i watched a robin
this foggy morning.
will it stay
for the winter?
will this one
survive the snow?
and when
did it break the shell?
for a moment of wonder,
a robin is a robin,
but i just saw
and felt this presence.
i call it a robin
and it is.
and then liquid light
in warm fluttering,
filling a pulsing heart
extending in wings,
impossible to touch,
impossible to touch,
it left in flight
for its own part of life.
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