I am surprise by every breath released
sucked in caught back up taken in
up and away: the white chalk splashed
explodes euphoric as you GIF me
to sleep, fair unfoul. I am surprise by inauctionable
smiles rowing under the pier to look for sea-ridden lost and found
refusals to dock - out of what? acceptance? fe-
ar? Hoped. I am surprise with every year knows
known lives
what's intestinely
'tween eternal and breath
squealing triggerdly
galaxy bashed out of soil
standing at least six feet tall
shadowlessly, As-Is True.
(In Fulfillment Of The Scriptures)
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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