the sun's shine bores you
and it's the rain that raps
on your window at night hangs
rope we'll climb down into
obliviating foxhole raves
glow in the dark people bring smiles
but the sun will come to outshine you
as your skin frays and falls
the tailor you knew once
has gone far far away to build
a castle whose motes have motes
can only scrawl and wave, tap and hope
with you under their shoulder
with you in the bottle
hands upon hands will hold you
they'll cross the gobi
theyll piss you out some morning after
when they're sandy, done and dying
:
oh persephone
taken in a field naked and alone
oh persephone
your stone smile isn't really laughing
oh persephone
fleeting and blurry is all we have here
oh persephone
come and rise again
oh persephone
run back, it's only dusk
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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