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"I sing not of this world nor of other stars
I sing possibilities of myself beyond worlds and stars I sing the joy in rambling and the pleasure of dying en route... ...When's the next train for Paris"? ~Apollinaire I sat for a long while. I sat unmoving. Suddenly, I remembered to breathe. I thought for a long while. It was painful, those thoughts, those acknowledgements. I saw before me the screen of reality, it was not what I had wished, It was not what I lived I believed an opaque dream Misguided by my own hopes I deluded myself into acceptance And as I placed my feet firmly on the ground, I felt for once, the painful reality As the granite found into my flesh, I felt the Mermaid Unsteadily, working from sea to shore, The pain was overwhelming, but the curiosity so great My feet bleed as I walk forward Can you walk these stones? I cry out-- but desire the change I stumble and no one is there to offer help It is pain to move into a new world alone New air, new earth, new life, new birth I look down The stones are red. |
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