Some
July 16th 2010 00:01
By the light of burning candle, I write,
fingers ache like years before
sweet music resonating in my skull.
The secrets pour from my fingertips,
as they always have, always shall,
my true nature,
it terrifies even this, singular, poor soul.
Until the terror is looked through,
and I can only laugh at how simple it all is.
The minds, the worlds, the Ether and the Matter,
you know it all, you know nothing,
once there, you realize,
you never even needed to know.
All that's silver and glittering gold,
in eyes that are only,
figments of over active imagination,
if you know you exist, then for sure you do,
but mere existance
is not enough for some.
fingers ache like years before
sweet music resonating in my skull.
The secrets pour from my fingertips,
as they always have, always shall,
my true nature,
it terrifies even this, singular, poor soul.
Until the terror is looked through,
and I can only laugh at how simple it all is.
The minds, the worlds, the Ether and the Matter,
you know it all, you know nothing,
once there, you realize,
you never even needed to know.
All that's silver and glittering gold,
in eyes that are only,
figments of over active imagination,
if you know you exist, then for sure you do,
but mere existance
is not enough for some.
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