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AscensionWhat skies do you swim
wild freedom of timelessness?
Teach me to un-drown.
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or, is it?
of nightmares gone hope
the unsullied beauty
desire is wild
is a nomad
further and ahead
drown the past, deeper
if you must
but never forget
how to trace your footsteps back
to the knowledge of pain;
would rather un-remember
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CadenzaSuppose each one of us older than the stars,
suppose that we are other than the ragged beggars we seem,
suppose that our engulfing slumber, our inner darkness,
is constantly erupting with the vanity of dreams.
Consider those uncounted aeons swallowed in the oceans
of that virtuality, where we, the ever drowning mariners,
must cling to the absurd shapes we call reality.
Will we, unknowing captives, ever be free?
Has liberty become our cage of captivity?
Oh yes, we writhe, our nakedness become despair.
as our frenzied touching reveals that nothing's there.
Joined ApartA philosopher
made a great discovery,
he realised that humans
could never find stately peace,
known to an ancient tree.
They were divided,
each one like Siamese twins,
bound to another
within a single shared skin,
striving for one.
The TrapThe path invites you,
where will it lead? You follow,
before long you know.
Time, cruel tyrant,
allows no looking back.
The grave is waiting.
PromiseThe loveliest of
the womb's fruit still must wither,
all life will decay.
I will always be holding
you, as slow time drains away.
Willing FleshFlesh the means, spirit the end,
yet still the unintended. While deep
embedded in the pulsing rhythms
of the body's routine life, it transcends
physicality, flourishing in realities
never imagined before. Spirit is the key
to unlock the heavy door, to make
the great discovery of joy.
Tomorrow Never Knows"Turn off your mind" -Lennon began to sing the gospel of Leary,
(the professor had borrowed it from an ancient book of the dead)
his song an early token of the acid dawn, close, but not as yet breaking,
not yet the deluge of Strawberry Fields and Yellow Submarines.
It was the first song they recorded for the set, but on the album
it's the closing sound, the last thing you hear before the Revolver stops spinning.
I was numbered then among those hungry young
who heard so much more than the simple lyric words appeared to say.
It was the chorus of a new dawn, one that would prove
to be an overture for a long and stormy day.
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