The great ones are
whispering in my ear,
"What do you want?"
"What do I want?"
"Go, find it. No, stay awhile,
no, alive. Wait, the night
wants to sing to you. No,
go, the dawn welcomes you."
The man over the hill
Has enormous power.
He can smoulder mountains
And bring calm and peace.
In peices we sleep,
Dreams make sense in other dreams.
"Stop!"
"What, what did I do?"
"Shut up!"
"Why, what happened to you?"
"Sit, sing, work,
dance, laugh, cry, clap!"
"No, no, I can't. I
want to live."
"Shut up!"
Silence encumbers the
purple night.
"Where have you been?"
"To the planet of the thorns."
"Tell the truth."
"What's a truth?"
Smack, the cheeks turn blue,
the lips are engorged.
The believer only sees what he wants to believe in
"No, no. You are wrong,
believe what you see."
"No, I will believe what
I want to."
The head smashes against
a rock. The rock crumbles.
A light shines in the
Bloody scar. Soaring with
Pain and encompassed
in loss of glory and self.
"You wil die!"
"But, the rock crumbled?"
"What are you?"
"Who are you?"
"Shut up!"
Mistakes pile upon success.
Success is one step behind life.
Death is a step ahead.
----The eternal dreamer, no sorrow shall wither my glory, no happiness shall surrender to my will. I will. And everyone shall be.
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