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leththe rest of time is... not so long anymore.and if now is part of eternity then maybe it's okay if I rest.destroy destroy destroy... such is the racketthe ignorant make keeping me from this rest.I already woke once todayand realizedfor the first seven hours I did not live.but the euphoric suffering is grand isn't it?my hands, looking at them just cold, pale and dry I just hover between sun and rain love and pain mad and sane life and death.significance keeps hast'ning on me but I really just want to be left here aloneso that I finally mayjust sleep.
Century of LonelinessA century of nothing true...Ah, how during those years I would laugh,Locked up in that room with you,A smile unrealPretending to feelA permitted emotion and mindless devotion.You were sweet, light-haired lover,To not see past my cover,To sleep soundly at night,Sure that all would be right.Ah, I betray you when night falls,Drawn astray by the moon calls,I slip away from your sideTo make whole again my pride.Curse me, O Gods, for how I do stray,There is no other way!Savage fool I have become,By the bright yellow setting of the indifferent sun.She would think I deceived myself,But I cannot redeem myself,Slipping out of my roomTo that euphoric tune.My sweetest of girls, how you'd rip me asunderIf you knew who'd been underMy spell for so long.Rest at peace, my deceased,On divine love may you feast.My punishment will be threefold.
Forest, or, The AwakeningUnspoken I stood,Grayed-over forest, a petrified wood,Underbrush mind, still and stone, frozen kind,Marble-branch limbs as the hidden path's hood.Locked here in time, I am foreverYour phantom, your mystery in gray,Unworldly neighbor with nothing to say.I shivered that day,Walking through me, sweet maiden,As tender feet slid down the cold,Soiled rocks unexposed for so long.Silken skirts of yours trace me,Virgin fingers erase meOf the limestone I am with adoring caress.You revitalize the life in meWith your long-waited journeyThrough so many a treeHere to me.Then I, so aged, turn to green,A color scarce to be seenIn this sheltered white grove.Lush gold irises alightAt this sight, gentle dove,With unrivaled delight.Your bliss is my remedy,Though still as an arbor,My verdant leaves will embrace you.I could never erase you,My heavenly flower,Of your life, spirit, color.I will hold you forever.
At BaySpells which can never be brokencast upon my weary soul,thrown out to sea in carelessness,from here on in... I can never be whole...Why hast never there yet beenA cure for that malady love?Days renew with woundings too,and a rift in the heavens above...These ruins have run to collapseo'er the icicle waters of bay.If thou never art here to return againthen to drown in these waters I may...When the light above glimmers, surface of sea,with a pale desperate grasp, does my handreach into the sky... it is here I shall die...take me by the heart and make me stand.