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the one night, the last night

the night within the dream

the last goodbye within the dream

the last time you talked to me

the last letter

and on it, there was only :

and the waves,

the ever black waves of coffin still wander aimlessly on the sea.

When will they reveal their contents?

That day will come,

and by then I will have lost my mind,

every bit shattered,

every shard of my mind,

sharp as a knife.

ocurrence

"This... is as deep as the sensation of what is real and what is a dream.
...
Within reality you ackowledge it as completely "true" and logical, within a dream you do not compute logic, and there's no truth that isn't hidden in cryptic messages(metonymy being a favourite of Orpheus), delivered by an owl with a man's body.
Reality is an illusion with-out itself.
..."

As I lie here,
anxiety ever consuming,
I hunger.
No matter what god I seek,
no matter how deep I go,
no matter how much I run,

the goddess is now here,
the goddess is nowhere!

Oh! 

My memory still holds that, 

I still remember the universe...
I saw the universe in those eyes.
I saw all I needed ever,
I saw beyond the scope of my eyes.

I fear that vision will never present itself again...

 Nothing ever ends... the universe creates form from form, 

the all creating void...

わたしはひとつの王国そのもの
すべてがこの中で眠り目覚めて
流れ　続く
 

 I am the one kingdom itself
Everything sleeps within me, and awakens
Continuing to flow

anagarma

.

And as we lie you say:
Will the world end in the night time?
I really don't know...
Will the world end in the day time?
I really don't know
And is there any point in ever having children?
I really don't know

No puedo sacarme esos miercoles a la tarde de la cabeza.

anagarma

" ...cuando vi ese bicho extraño que exhala humo,
supe distinguir el patron absoluto.
La dialectica de universo se abria para mi.
Y hable el lenguaje que expresa la permutación de todo lo que ha sido, lo que es, y lo que sera."

Dara, Luc.

Hizamazuite Ashi wo Oname

"...

At the end of a life that has meaning, the point is not that one is

perfected, but that one will still carry a view of self and the

world that is divine—and not just some kind of lazy drift. The

point is to have enough stories that guide —that will allow life's

closing act to end with one's heart still bright, despite the gales

that have passed through it —so that it can be said that one has

lived with spiritual audacity.
..." 
Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces.

Yesternight, I cried.