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elegy for desires
Snowballs thaw and unthaw, ages come and pass by, discoveries pile up discoverers in history pages; the leisure between the rectos and versos determines what survives what perishes; water travels from earth to earth, oceans roar and retaliate the art that relishes its dolorous screams, our minds travel, from eyes to eyes; and we stay- where we are doomed to rot.
A rotten child seeks the line to be drawn till the foot of the woodsafe, raise the sands and the fumes and the foams and see them if they agree to mix into a giant flame and rival the minutest drop of sin of being a human thing. Father I commit unpardonnable sins when this body retires from fueling the chariot of eternal expiation, you understand the author of my life and death how ignominious this scanty soul appears when the flesh wants to smell flesh, Father wont you forgive when a servant loses to trace his way out amid the endless bustle and struggle for their you? Father as you see how degrading and disgracing the falling back is whilst having no choice to flow along the flow, to win worth and gain goals, isn't there any lesser vainness, wont your mortals ever perceive why they are and where they end up as the day renounces its reign? Father I commit sins that would overspill the oceans when I desire freeness of will, my reality consists of suffereing the want of the righteousness you granted me, an ominous omen pervades the pathways of my serving this sentence, an endless ray of eternal sacrilege overcast the emptiness abovehead, they perfuse the vision that wants to envision my being me, father how could I sysnthesize more servile senses to adorn the moments of my serving this sentence. In doubts, in wonder, in vainglory in foolery in blasphemy i senesce, lift me o lord if you hear my entreaty, I want to limit my self here. haven't I had enough of my share of this interminable sinnerhood?