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Living Death

what more could thou wisheth for, what more could thou see


when every mirage is a feeling, every feeling, deep, then deeper


each mirage I fall into, and every, to the one I see, only thee exists


for certainty, when in your eyes I live, for, if living is feeling, and


feeling is, for certain, thou must know I feel thee here, my mind


mad at the distance still between thou and I, still, thou feel so near


and if thou feel so near to be, creating realities within, feeling yet


could lie, as a dream, it would be, as a dream, I would find myself


as so soon I could give, to thee in imaginings vision, my being


collapsing before ever was a wish, is it remembrance or circumstance


is it at the shelf of fiction or, is it by the pew, shall it be, by and by


or shall it remain at distances ever retreating dance, I know not it


shall it be, shall be it, it shall, I know not what shall become of I if not


nor, what shall become of I if it doesn't, the soule does want to doubt


wherein the mind does recede, the body giveth, yet the spirit remains


secret, pain, secret, longing, secret, questioning, more secret, the fear


and if all was to be, for the beings whom so desireth, if thou wast here


so serious, all things would fall away, if all so quickly thou would believe


the soule remembereth, therein, living death, thou soule, thou self of


selves so seriously, so enveloping, so speechless are the words yet


falling away, as focusing does take the mind to focus, and thou knoweth

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