</>Snowflakes always know where to find you,
and ghosts tremble the branches
as though no one were about.
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World of delusion
Where senses lie,
I wish for all time
That I were blind-
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The faces of stars just look like time,
For a long time now uncounted;
While you're floating, unconcerned-
A spark in the middle of forever
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what do the dead hear
on their way to heaven-
lovely strains of a faint goodbye,
stretching from golden strings, to sky?
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We're born half-blind,
shrieking, covered in blood-
and we tear our writhing body,
from anothers living being.
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Wayward angel trumps a devil,
Demon trumps a saint,
A full house of crazy royals;
Regal trumps of fate.
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My soul is writ in mystic verses,
Dredged up from some hidden ocean;
In unknown time and place, was born-
And from the spaces fabric, torn.
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All gone down, with their trials and problems,
All gone away, with their joy and weeping,
All have passed, with whatever they found;
All grown quiet now, without a sound.
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A diadem of dust I wear
Till polished, to completion-
As goes to mote, the single stone
Through times rough depredation.
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Everyone has both brightness
and fields of darkness within.
Never doubt the universe
hears your longing,
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