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Tag: Pain

A fission of soul

Thou art destruction

To believe anything other than this
would be a sin
for within, the fire within, it lives
where it is kept in check by the crease
of thine own mirror’s aging visual sorrow
where it can only be seen peripherally
so it is quite invisible
until the moon shatters the disguise
if it can be called a disguise
more probable is its name; a fission of soul
where the rip
burns deep within
where that sharp loss of connection
to this visual
this
fire within
this destruction of mine own art
feels so much like feathers being torn
being ripped back from tip to stem
in ugly painful destructions of flight

… is it this?

… and ever on the wanderer toils

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… and ever on the wanderer toils
to collect the wind-blown mighty spoils

From whence he came
to where he travels
he cannot answer
for his echo, unanswered

He watches with an unfeigned smile
his eyes a-twinkling
his heart on fire

He is the keystone
between light and dark
reading the script
to be the guide and to hark

… and ever on the wanderer roams
to collect the vestiges of broken souls

To sing, dance and fly
are his only wishes
but Earth-bound mortal
his solitude immortal

He speaks of the silent crashing waves
with his spirit and life
with his peaceful malaise

He is the leaf
‘pon which the dusts settle
for his rain of love
gives our rust its mettle

… and ever on the wanderer dreams
to collect the ticket for his own release

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