ekkis
+
poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Gehenna
the winters passed priorities shifted -- our perspectives lengthened a million adjustments we made to recalibrate the divergence between our worlds what it was, what we thought it was what it might have been what we wished it had been our worlds continued to drift with each passing day making a nexus less reachable still my longing for you remained though the sight of you faded within the mists of estrangement still my love for you lingered though my heart was proffered to others, bid for in handsome terms and in a rash fit of melancholy I would beg on my knees that you take me back but generously you did already many more times than I deserved -- and it was disastrous an inescapable, inexorable incontrovertible disaster a crushing defeat of our hopes you were my death and dissolution and if I long for you still 'tis only for brimstone and the lake of fire for the path that called ere we met where my name gets crossed off the good Lord's Book of Life 12-XI-2014
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