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2010-06-22 | |
From the very beginning,
a thought tortures me, pains me,
my fear of losing the relations I cherish to evolve.
I fear, one day, on that path, not visible now, but I see it,
clearly, very clearly,
as I bulldoze my way through this visibility
I will be walking through an array of
shadows that once illumined
my thought processes, that once transhumanizied me, that
once cleared my conscience;
but now itself these shadows ask me the questions for which
I have responses but very obsolete ones only.
You speak about loneliness.
For thousand and thousand
I am alive in this jungle of
The jungle, enmeshed in me.
This loneliness is dear to me as
amid this loneliness
I meet a few who add pain to my
loneliness and leave;
a pain that I will pour unto myself
when you emerge as a verity in my
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