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Jousting

sound it does the mystery the going on without, the getting up, the going on about


what could be the devilry the miscreant and the dance, the weapons glow, the shoulder


throw of the valiant man, what more what better yet what less is there to say, what more


to make of broken daylight seeping in through the hourglass, what promised land, what


given hand, what arm to stand and speak, what bitter woe, what turmoil, what happened


to the leaf, the sheet, the tree, the two trees, and the lock, cut it does, this weaponized


memory, to all of the things forgotten, to all of the past unwritten, to all of the love we made


to all of the words in flames, to everything gone today, to all the mysterious visitors, to


every night alone, to creation, to creating, to create what it is that knows, a knowing thing


a knowingness, and a contemplation upon the meaning of what it is to exist at all, once


more unto the breach dear friend, my fiend, my wicked fiend, you fiend, once more unto


the arch, once more unto the dungeon, take me back to the horrible pains, take me there


will you take me there again you wicked fiend, bring me unto the horrible kiss, the one that


happened between the lightnings split, between the thunders crash and the ancient death


between the legs between the arms between the catch, and the space inside, between time


between art between nothingness and all there is, diamonds are made from dissonance, all


of it wasted in abundance, all of it, everything, everything, everything pain, all pleasure


hide from me, for I shall be the great seeker, all shall die, all shall in my arms find some


deeply wrought past, that is life, that shall be life, to thee, and in your arms, my death


forever engulfed in the fire of the depths of the abyss, just to share it with thee, just to


be with thy presence ever masking so the dance of all dances, ever does the white mask


linger, ever does the white mask sing in ways the mind tries to escape, in ways the soule


remains, in ways only the soule can understand as ringing bells do in remembrance ring,


as harmonial slaughters of the self of being shall bring thee back to the surface of the sea


take all and everything and mix it with nothingness and emptiness and you shall discover


what it is to bleed, what is it to feel everything all the time what is it to care about belief


what is it that is a caring thing, what is it that emptiness fills, what is it that nothingness


covers than reveals, wherefore art thou spirit, wherefore art thou fiendish flame, running


running again through the ancient hallways, all does ignite, all does enlighten, all does


go again, go again into the flames, my heart, go once again unto the beaches unto


the meditation upon the dream of all dreams, unto realities still life, still living, still


the mind is, still all behind us, engulfed in the love of all there is, engulfing it is to be


this empty, full to the overflowing brim, and most honest, to break, and bleed again.


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