Sailing the Cosmic Winds
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Wednesday, November 27th, 2013
| Time |
Event |
| 11:34p |
"architect"
Brick by brick you lay a monstrous egg
and then run and hide
when the chicken comes for your hide.
Cell by cell, I suggest so, decompose your corpse,
so only de light is born, and comes for more. | | 11:41p |
Saint Augustine wrote, “Like a bridegroom, Christ went forth from his chamber… He came to the marriage-bed of the cross, and there in mounting it, he consummated his marriage. And when he perceived the sighs of the creature, he lovingly gave himself up to the torment in place of his bride, and joined himself to [her] forever.”
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"yogi"
I have accepted my leave from this wordliness.
So much not lost and so much not gained -
still illusions do rounds on tempting my grounds.
Oh, Here it comes now,
another life as a particle of lust -
an orgasm of truth and beauty all around.
Oh, Goodness,
fuck me, fuck me hard,
thine is the kingdom
and thine is the cunt!
And he went to the cross like a bridegroom to the bride. | | 11:50p |
"storm temple"
sometimes a second
is a second too much
for us who watch
the stroms to come
the second that stops
is the second which spots
all the droplets riding
the hurricane | | 11:52p |
"self breathanalysis"
Do you breathe? Do you?
Because you seem to forget and not notice
that you breathe.
Do you live? Do you?
Because you seem rotting and don't even mind
that the dance is ending NOW. Right now tomorrow - yeah!
You don't feel. | | 11:55p |
"no turning back"
Oh no, I stepped on my cat!
The cat now hates me,
and I wish I had not.
Against all odds I am turning back the wheel,
but then my hairs jump up
from the unholy scream of the cat -
I wish I had not. | | 11:56p |
"perspire in futility"
I'm a cube rolling down a hill
I'm a sphere trying to be still
I'm a triangle dreaming a romb
My geometry is valid, but intentions unsound.
Unless I'm a line spinning around
There's a theorem somewhere burried in there,
if only I could stop...
Oh no, I'm a dot!
Put me to rest, won't you please
I am hopeless
a one-dimensional dimwit clown
unless one even less
is the true answer to my call!
Thus I reduced myseld to death,
but the dead do not intend
and so I left the non-dimensional land where only intentions are enough.
Now I am who knows what (as it is more to the point than the clarity of not). |
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