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Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating;
Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through the valley-depths of shade,
Of night and dark obscurity;
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Why art thou silent & invisible
Father of jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye
Gone are my people, but I exist yet,
Lamenting them in my solitude...
Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
Writing in obscurity,
Words to live both free and clear
obscurity of littered pages,
adumbration shadow mountains.
chronicles bookcase furrowed,
creases wrinkled shelves deposits.
There is no way in this obscurity
Yet I have been penetrating alleys and lanes
Can you voice me
What Way should I go?
Sorrows thrown into the river of styx.
Proselytising raindrops to teardrops.
Cry me an alter alternate reality.
Dark abstruse universe within me.
And surrounded by the darkness,
Of a challenging negativity.
soli Deo gloria
beautiful obscurity I have come to know
the hem of the soul from the inside,
lost glance distant glance shared strength clear assurance feeling of truth memory of a music to love oneself just enough to love to wake up to feel lightning as a necessary link this will come to pass will be lost again it will take a long time to find it again only to lose it again to agree with it as long as there would be in our obscurity this spot that so many human beings have looked for and found more or less distinctly but nonetheless with each new generation it all has to be started again with the feeling that it will never ever end that the universe will never be able to end as long as we're searching in its midst for its sovereign heart - eternity is played again - an inexhaustible gift - one must come close reasonably prudently to an enthusiasm that could pulverize us we must know how to wait to be stirred to discover who we are as far as it's given to us to find ourselves
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