I knew first to apologize, the only thing that I felt,
was wanting to improve it all somehow. Though I was without the next measure:
I knew first to apologize, the only thing that I felt,
was wanting to improve it all somehow. Though I was without the next measure:
Grateful,
how the way
against
iniquitous verse,
Imbues
Truth + Courage:
affirming in Love
Trust, Faith, Hope, Fidelity...
♥
She misses me more.
I admire how we had to
become so multi-faceted, as a part of finding new angles to turn to them,
ourselves becoming new angels for each other.
A shared vision, alchemy
expressed elementally with every shimmer and flare that the light only describes
in the chapel windows, not known or seen within each other though continually
recognized of each other and for all. The way the sun might imbue her smile
with hope in that moment on that day.
That is as one thing I ever
thought was worth writing of, even seeing how we read these only within
ourselves, even if at all. Gratitude and its radiance forming our sense of each
other, still somehow unseen within, except in each others’ eyes… Without.
I once thought perhaps the
only way we would be hurt was if we were caused to judge ourselves within,
while failing to seek this reflection of divine guidance without.
Loneliness was only as a
contrivance of unbelief, then. Except this…
Someday maybe we can tell
them what they taught us, at least in absentia of their own cruel intentions, as
they seem unaware of how others feel. Fault, and blame, and sublimation and
omission; so many ways to lie. These things are always theirs now. I know
better than to covet polarization, even as not ever granting it more than a
mild disaffinity. I could always feel the inductive static shock in the fall
between the valance they presented, and the valence of each particle of our
sorrow upon realization of the truth. Contrition.
They taught me to always
share our light, and to say all the things felt, even as I am hoping to say
anything again. Even in burning conflict the entropy we share then can cool
even the flame deluge before us. To see their fleet on fire, as its become, how
they might admire it finally too. I cannot envy them of that, at all, while
within your honor.
And it is alright. The
truth is always known, before it is said. Emerson perhaps speaks of heroes far
better than I could tell her how I know and feel of her in this moment. They
also taught me that there was no need for pride. I thought maybe someday these
plates could be as Psalms, though I do always endeavor to learn from every
step, along our way.
A roll of the dice perhaps, in probable terms, the
best way to understand.
Pascal was the only one I’d liked in a bet, anyhow.
The others…
Tithing
instead false hope, to build a glass pyramid, and send out a faint sodium glow.
I’d seen it before, as a storied silver screen:
Those who want only to seek within, would go
without,
Those who would seek without would cherish what we
have together within.
Those who have found a way to share of this, had
become angels at least once.
Like you and I.
In love, we rise to meet the one dreamed of the
other.
In the spirit we travel to find us together,
forever.
To some a parable;
The last King of Hollywood shattered his glass on
the floor,
I once was another who would wonder what he did
that for,
It was a completion I admired:
At long last, he had found the one he’d covet most
instead.
Living within balance of all our light together,
True love admires without reflections, or
equations.
True knowledge is faith, once becoming admired in
your light.
As to walk with the sun…
To glimmer, or glamour, finding our marriage of
physics and time.
In love I know there becomes no shame, or pain,
attaching to something of greater good than ourselves.
Se
solo per un momento, potessi lasciare che i pensieri si svolgessero.
No.
Non sto pensando. Sensazione. Dare riparo. Chi l'avrebbe sentito.
Questo
luogo con la storia che gli amici sembra ammirare e cercare,
Quelli
gli amici. Sono sempre curioso di quelli. Forse lo sento anche io. Bruciando
sotto strati di semantica, relazioni empiriche e affermazioni. Aspettando il
respiro che darebbe vita a tutto. Il respiro che ci porta alla vita. Noi, è
così difficile scrivere con i pronomi. Per quanto bello sia il pensiero,
essendo un pensiero, è già una tragedia.
No.
va ricordato, allora, una svolta sublime nell'occhio dell'uragano può essere
vista come un centinaio di chilometri di vento fuori dalla calma. Forse a causa
delle sue vele, mi chiedo quanto siano lontane. Quanto è andato in profondità.
Quanto distanti. Ti tieni tutto dentro, la pesantezza di ogni passaggio
tumultuoso, forse ti ricorda anche la storia. Sempre curioso di sapere come,
cerca di stare con la storia, senza prima provare i sentimenti.
Storia,
non le interessa, a volte è curiosa di vedere se questa è del respiro e
dell'ampiezza della vita, o l'inizio di un nuovo anello di fuoco. In amore,
dutto noi tutta di decidere.
L'unica
cosa che non è divisa dalle acque. In quelle divisioni possiamo respirare di
nuovo, forse. Salvo soccombere al nostro sollievo, come la densità esprime
esteriormente nell'immaginazione.
Tale
è scrivere. Questo e la vita. Ho promesso donna amante l'avrebbe saputo sempre
e per sempre insieme. Protezione vede. Speranza. Spero di essermi preparato.
In
Long-Suffering, and in Virtue, time flows in illusions and parables.
an
inevitable equation
a
writing of Value and Recognition…
the
crow flies, at only the speed of heartbeats.
The
first iteration of our chronograph. Simple enough to understand as humans, I
suppose, if only we're too simple to understand it.
To
some this is complication, or to those expecting to be given cadence, a malady.
Complexity.
To
me it was a merge between universal constants. A simple dynamic, a theorem or
perhaps a law. Avoidance seeks its own cure:
The
inevitable mutual exclusivity of cognizance and omniscience, a realization when
any one 𝓧/𝓨 is given in 𝓩. As equal, the last
sound of the first division bell:
♾
Forever,
and this night, in no single time at all.
Of
course I'll wait for the day. Zeno was just being pretty dramatic anyhow.
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