Towards new love
For oneself and others
To a new comfort in being
Yourself

Love Begins
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Towards new love
For oneself and others
To a new comfort in being
Yourself
Step by step count
Down: make it to
The very end — don't
Leave early! Find that
Real sleep
We can never go home
Again. We'll never be home
Again. We'll go far but it'll never
Be home again. One day maybe we'll
Be home again.
What we love
Becomes invisible
And we have to train
To see again. Who we
Love is so part of us we
Have to recount.
When I am presented love:
I present hate.
I can't accept that love:
It reminds me it's not enough
Because the world still
Looks like that. So
I reach for hate. If
Surrounded by support
I find a new loneliness:
To stay sharp. Some new
Hate. The world still looks
The way it does. And
There's no time
Left to change
Anything. So I
Hate even more
Until I hit a wall.
But I'm waiting
For a wall.
Stop pretending that You're human, breathe At your rate, everyone else
Suffocates.
First it's the subject: Free. Then, midway, Finds one thrown by That very subjectivity. The next steps will decide The rest.
All my worst Here rather than There — the writing Empties out
The castle.
What was the point
After a time there
Is no advice because
Minds never change
Models of
Ideas — ways to
Continuously dis-
continue continuity,
begin, begin, begin
Peace is never the
True nature.
Hatred is sublime
Only
when transforming
The limit in its
Pass
Unconsciously forward
There are those that Think they have the right To participate in art As consolation prize For their lives. Art will be destroyed By their existence. A new ban!
I'm on so many Waves I just Don't care what You think anymore Because I'm Too exhausted To consider you In any meaningful Way
Hatred for
The conditions of thinking — Modeling non-choice as Infinite judgment On choosing (the In-itself) Itself.