And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
- Ezra Pound
so much effort only to to see what everyone already sees
of-course the grass sways by the spring breeze
of-course the crows observe us with tease
of-course the river carries a pebble to the seas
of-course the weary clerk dreams of the trees
of-course the unlucky child laughs with ease
when so obvious, how can I not feel foolish for these
of-course the grass sways by the spring breeze
of-course the crows observe us with tease
of-course the river carries a pebble to the seas
of-course the weary clerk dreams of the trees
of-course the unlucky child laughs with ease
when so obvious, how can I not feel foolish for these
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
- Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Andrew Bird
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
Forwarded from Dream Sweet In Sea Major.
The way calmness has made its way back into my life since the day I stopped fighting with myself to be someone I physically and emotionally cannot be.
I'm thinking of ending things, the lie of it all
Forwarded from The Channel with Three Names a.k.a Tholo's Reverie a.k.a Sekhmet's Whisper/Hurt People? Love People!
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I journeyed, long in walking, far beyond the place of stopping
Where there was no more returning to the people I had known.
I saw the world forgotten, where the grass gives up on growing
And I knew that I would never make another journey home.
Upon that fleshy plain, below the final rock outcropping
Stretched the vast and empty desert of the hungry, bleeding thing
Encompassing the earth to the horizon, all-consuming,
Crying in a thousand voices to its desolate god-king.
And the music of its crying, never dead, ever dying,
Sent me running in a madness I can scarce compare to fear,
Not to safety, but to silence - unto my own unmaking.
And yet now, upon awaking, once again the song I hear.
I long to taste the fruit of earth, I long for water quenching
Of my thirst, unending, nothing that remains can satisfy.
For my voice has joined the chorus ever more, ever mourning.
Ever singing, ever hungry. Ever dying, never die.
Where there was no more returning to the people I had known.
I saw the world forgotten, where the grass gives up on growing
And I knew that I would never make another journey home.
Upon that fleshy plain, below the final rock outcropping
Stretched the vast and empty desert of the hungry, bleeding thing
Encompassing the earth to the horizon, all-consuming,
Crying in a thousand voices to its desolate god-king.
And the music of its crying, never dead, ever dying,
Sent me running in a madness I can scarce compare to fear,
Not to safety, but to silence - unto my own unmaking.
And yet now, upon awaking, once again the song I hear.
I long to taste the fruit of earth, I long for water quenching
Of my thirst, unending, nothing that remains can satisfy.
For my voice has joined the chorus ever more, ever mourning.
Ever singing, ever hungry. Ever dying, never die.
Isle Unto Thyself
Miracle Musical
You were an isle unto thyself
You had a heart you hadn't felt
Why would it hurt me?
Or was it real?
Why did fire-erupted lands arrive?
Why did murderous animals survive?
Why did we deserve to be revived?
Why was any and everything alive?
You had a heart you hadn't felt
Why would it hurt me?
Or was it real?
Why did fire-erupted lands arrive?
Why did murderous animals survive?
Why did we deserve to be revived?
Why was any and everything alive?