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Beholder
The transcendent manIsThe sacrificial man. Needing to prove his value,Because he has noneIn himself,Only in the community,Where he finds glory,And worship –He forms hierarchies of inheritance,So the sacrificial man,Can rise in the shadow Of the transcendent. Stars within his grasp,Her tide is rising,To reflect both,His ambition,And the darkness,Waiting for him. Read more
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Demon days
Doubts come to me,Like moths to the flame,To cloud me in shameAnd hide me from life.I cannot push throughMy own doubts,But turn to face them,And see through them.I cannot scold or hurt them,Only myself.I must hold back,Withdraw to the centreAnd let my weaknessBecome my strength,Let the idleness of their purposeFade, And turn like the tide,To Read more
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Death
If life doesn’t begin, Death is neverending, Sometimes we catch ourselves, Carrying the joy, Or the sadness, Or the confusion, Of one moment Into another, Towards something, The centre of life, To life, Or, To the end of life, To death Sometimes we simply are death, When life doesn’t come to us, It comes for Read more


