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Somehow Three

i find the need to want, i find the want to be, the same as need


I find the desire to be connected somehow too similar, far, to the desire


the desire I fiend to be a fiend or in much lesser words the need to


see and the want to dive deep far too deep into the nightmare, way


far out past the breaking surface of the oceans reap and sow, way too


close to the familiar feelings of needing something to fill the emptiness


with falsities, with something that is far more dense and subservient to me


serve me, my desires, and be the servant of the day, give to me the fullness


without the meaning, give to me the break and burst of bitter bursting breaks


and in ever more degrees of the same, on the surface level of the hideousness


what is to be sought more than to seek something without, to see, to take


and without reflection, without thought, to give, and give what all is to be, with


or without, is it not the same, to see, and to give all in all givings certain grace


what more dost thou do thou some how far be smitten face so seeking to give


and yet to give without givings further observation, and for what, to when, and


who shall be so special to decide, and for each and everyone the same, again


and again, why not be so desirable to be, lost, in the deep, and go ever deeper


into the forbidden wasteland that so bestrides, and in striding, leap, and take thou


take thou with me, and with me thou dost take, and evermore dost thou give


and seest nought the ever forsaken same, land upon land, day upon day, seek


seek to be sought, and wander evermore, ever further, further into the abyss of


self relective mastery that masks as a mirror is masking what is truly within, for do


thou not seest it, dost thou not believe, that ever giving and every symptom thou


dost give, further breeds the disease of blasphemy upon the will of what it is


to begin, and what is it to begin, there with all, nought speech could, and less is


more somewhere in the aethyr, and every wanting look wants more to be, and so


innocent and so giving it is, and yet somewhere, deep within, i tell you, truly, from


observances bittermost tongue, what it creates is what exactly and at once the same


the desire to take, and take, and take, is want, and want, and more want, one and two

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