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Frenzy

"In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art."

#nietzsche

the moon still moving over you. sweet. it’s sweet when i call, if i call at all, i do. voices up and fall. old song, old song. crow caw. certain flowers bend, certain light flows. you are gone

death knows why I’m unbecomingly buried: you. hidden in the loop is the long and lonely truth: we’re fucked. no babble in the brook, no chatter in the tower. hold me in the rain, in the fog, in color.

you are gone, beneath the mountain

shyly into doom. off my back. awake in her room, my favorite noose. loop into loop and knot into knot. sent from my wounds and sent by my news.

the light still shining through illuminating you

i can still see you standing in the wind.

missed shoulders, from nowhere, no friends

when color is on the cusp some one will lie.

dynamite, whirl around me.

you’re stinging me with all your truth

singing my doom, and i can’t move

you stick to me. there’s nothing i can do.

i can’t run, there’s no room

and i don’t want to