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Plato built his cave from shadows—
I lit a fire
just to watch truth blister.
Heraclitus said the river moves.
I stood still.
my shirt is ripped and covered in holes
and i don't care, really, i don't
it's that i am afraid that my skin will be seen
and i really don't care
i don't care at all
that my shirt's almost gone
i've been tired for a while now
i've been tired for a while
i've been running and chasing
been following and racing
far and long for a while now
i didn't have time to catch the bus
how luminous, how pretty thou lies
how blurry i see thee with dry eyes
how an ecstacy from a ray of thou shines
so bright it blinds me from mine cries
how dark, how dim thy be
is it better to wish than to have and to be scared to lose?
is it worse to experience than to expect?
there's so much to enjoy when you look around
but so little to feel when you get it or take it or buy it or win
there's no sense to find sense in a move or an action
that would be a distraction from the silence inside
They named me beloved in the tongue of ash,
draped me in gold spun from promises
no one meant to keep.
I walked through Delphi backwards,
spoke riddles to oracles
It smiled with all my teeth
and none of my mercy.
Said: You're not broken.
You're exactly as designed.
I wept.
Dear Xyli,
There's a quiet in me lately
One that hums Xyra
in every thought
in every song
I keep playing just to feel a little less far
can i stop time?
can i?
is there a button or a key to press
to make it all freeze forever?
it feels like each second is getting shorter
its steps are too loud
Hello, my friend. Don't be silent - write.
When you shouldn't even - take it, listen.
I'm afraid you've forgotten all our conversations,
And I'm afraid there is no human left in you.
I wait and remain silent, like an elephant on the balcony,
once, one day, one time art was talking to me
it was in that kind of mood when you want to be honest and true
it said "i despise you, so i'll make it that you'll want me but i will never want you back"
i couldn't improvise an answer for art
and art didn't like that
it said "you're pathetic, so I'll make it that way
You never struck me.
You never screamed.
You just
didn’t.
The lightbulb burned out.
