ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Secret flight |
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tonight I fly in secret, to the one
that makes the world aright
the one with the power
to hold me, keep me in the world
her world
I am xenitis
a foreigner of every world
save hers
for she has made a world
- that maker of worlds -
just for me
with an abundance of space
for my solitude
my remoteness
for the vast distances
between my heart
which she anchors with hers
and my ever-wandering
indomitable, insatiable mind
tonight I fly to her
without notice
for the surprise of reunion
is a shivering in her breast
a joy special, that I wish for me
for my desolate heart
that was meant never
for such separation
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