i cant help but see your eyes
softly glistening in the moonlight,
running far from sheep, holding tight
upon my pillow running free
from your grasp and screaming
"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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floricide, vaticide, hopicide, and other epistemicides; or, the vole in our hearts
seated, ill-fated and faded,
spinning on top of a top
at the tip top of olympus mons,
swirling down to sewers,
wet, wild, thrown into the cellar
where charon beckons forever . . .
but we may yet scale the mariana trench,
out of the ocean and up onto land,
arriving, safe, sopping, sound
where i will parabolize your mouth,
upside then down;
i will bring your hunched shoulders
to the sun then to the soil;
i will emblazon your sky
until you stub me out
amid plates clashing
the range will form
our peaks hemispheres apart,
and i will terrify you
my heart is two sizes too big
spinning on top of a top
at the tip top of olympus mons,
swirling down to sewers,
wet, wild, thrown into the cellar
where charon beckons forever . . .
but we may yet scale the mariana trench,
out of the ocean and up onto land,
arriving, safe, sopping, sound
where i will parabolize your mouth,
upside then down;
i will bring your hunched shoulders
to the sun then to the soil;
i will emblazon your sky
until you stub me out
amid plates clashing
the range will form
our peaks hemispheres apart,
and i will terrify you
my heart is two sizes too big
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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