the most beautiful
of dreams says nothing
as long as it is not the reinforcement
experience of individual
it's not just fixed in the head
left for it to penetrate
and find its way through to the heart
we might need to replenish and move it
inexpressible
find your way to the heart
it's not just fixed in the head
left for it to penetrate
and find its way through to the heart
we might need to replenish and move it
inexpressible
find your way to the heart
can you see through the wonder of amazement at the reinstatement?
can you see the castletop spires gnarled and foreboding?
past all the details one may see
my admiration for the king of pselland
poor memory it is a treasure to never be discarded
a nation slept before it was awoken by the arrival of a friendly letter from the gods themselves
what good providence for yarnspinners
has shown her face today through these perfidious skies
neither to know or are where skies grow and see
wherefore you came to me and joined the fighting side
or to be a ghost inside thine ownlife
hiding in a rosy corner in a house with all foggy windows and where there are no lights
hark, it is what i love, it is just like my life
poor memories and capsule toys, courtly loves and balanced places
faithful and yet also libertine, each one a parody of the last
heavenly oscillations between two poles
i must remember my mistakes and revel in them, knowing it shall only become worse than this
knowing i can never be worse than this
knowing i have always been worse than this
bloomcast is recorded on twelve separate channels.
but is afterphase?
it is the temptation
to be completely absorbed
to not have to worry
about the length of our lives
it's the fear of living
of carrying on
this fear of meeting
our own end
it's this temptation
to deny the present
precisely because the present
is imperceptible
hiding our faces and
not being clear
not wanting to embrace her
state of loneliness
my trees are in full bloom
but it is still very
cold outside
we are awaiting its fruits
nutrients
that create strength and beauty
it is just like my life
sometimes morose
other times, bright and colorful
sitting under the tree in bloom
deep in the shadows
of the light of happiness
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הייתי צוללת עכשיו למים
הכי, הכי עמוקים
לא לשמוע כלום
לא לדעת כלום
וזה הכל אהובי, זה הכל.