daubmir nadir

You shall not taste of death
For there is no death for you:
You cannot experience
Your own death.
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I will write the poem of poems
I will sing the song of songs
I will dance the dance of dances
I will play the sound of sounds
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Thirsting
for my soul
I cannot
find its shadow.
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Transience is so immense,
We pass in a flurry of being,
A beautiful moment
In all its suddenness,
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Be real now.
I have never been real;
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Grip my hand, son
And kill all your obsessions

Take my arm, son
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I love
Oh how I love!
I do love
Love me
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The crutches
In my heart
Are
Stilts
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I contain all there is,
I am filled with the all.
Take of me all
If you want all.
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Inside the Pentagram
Of my dissolute thoughts
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Stroke my lobes
Fondle the membranes
Of my pleasure.
Murmur sweetness
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Do you listen?
You do not.
You listen only
To yourself.
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ROMA*
AMOR
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Dance
To the music
Of my drunken habits
Guzzling mad notes
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Genuine love
Is selfishness:
Love doesn't mean
To sacrifice yourself
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My death
Cannot change the fact
That I had a life
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Every look forward
Is a potential illusion.
This satisfies my need
To insecurity
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DISSOLVE AND FADE
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The idleness of time
Too much time, wasted
The boredom of timelessness
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Ulcerous rites of passage
From the tormented abscess
Of a never quite matured
Trial by existence,
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