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the windows open
to the sound of rain
i hear your voice echo
in the other room
morning begins
with a muted fire
to the sound of rain
i hear your voice echo
in the other room
morning begins
with a muted fire
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Anagoge
We sit chained to the ground, Staring at shadows on the wall, Trying to decipher meaning, From their formless shapes. After years of painful struggle, Somehow, I break the chains. They had become brittle... Corroded by my blood and tears. I stand up and turn around, Realizing we are in a deep cave, Up ahead there is a bright light, Shining like a beacon of hope. Slowly, I make my way there, The brightness hurting my eyes, After years of seeing shadows, The light cuts me like a knife. At last, I reach the entrance, And at first, I can't see anything, Only a vast white emptiness, Until slowly I begin to see... There in front of me I see them, Forming and unforming in time, The mental formations we create, Expanding with each new thought. I strain to the limit of my vision, And see that there is another wall, A boundary formed by paradoxes, A prison of our mental limitations. But as I look out into the vastness, I realize that the walls are receding, Ever expanding in an act of
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Trick Plays
How can everything in my head feel so fine today When just yesterday I was spiraling the opposite way? How confounding and depleting, the brain's tricks Making us wonder if by fortune we are already fixed. Then comes a day when the storm clouds swallow Every ray of light so there is no ambition to follow. You stay down low until a sudden boost from behind Is enough to rocket through the clouds and feel just fine. That's when you aren't sure what game you play is real, Which emotions are the ones you're supposed to feel... And then you wonder if all of your loved ones that stayed Down with you at rock bottom are actually being played. Many times come when I wish the answer could be easy, Something I could repeat proudly until my voice goes wheezy. The longer you face yourself with no muffling background noise, It starts to feel like you too are just one of your psyche's toys. I will not let these strings drag me away from a peak where I must Make a declaration against the brain's
Literature
just drifting apart
oceans widening mountains rising and sinking different lifetimes
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