I miss you like the
river misses shoreline as it r
uns away from mouth and into feet
walking where lips denounce
I miss you like the
Panda bear I never won
At the carnival I never went to
When the gate was too low
I miss you like the
Sad sappy poem this is
The sad sappy poems
We neurally write but never send
I miss you like the
Words lost to memory
Floating , detached, there
But always the tip and never soiled
I miss you like the
Sail misses warm wind
My ship sails well enough
But my people are freezing
I miss your startled eyes
I miss your eager ears
I miss your open mouth and mind
your hand covered laughing face
I can only let longing leave a trace
"in the poetry of the poet and in the thinking of the thinker, there is always so much worldspace to share that each and every thing - a tree, a mountain, a house, the call of a bird - completely loses its indifference and familiarity." - martin heidegger
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- 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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