quarta-feira, outubro 02, 2002

Paracelsus
Robert Browning

At times I almost dream,
I too have spent a life the Sage's way,
And tread once more familiar paths.
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago,
And in that act of prayer for one more chance, went up so earnest, so....
Instinct, with better light let in by death that life was blotted out not so completely,
but scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories,
as now.
When it seems, once more,
the goal in sight,
Again

Felt at 18:34

Eyes which don't know impurity look at me,
Reflecting the forever endlessly continuing earth,
Tracing the remains of my forgotten tears with a little finger


Soul

Youkai
Pisciano
Tired of Moving
Unknown Motivation
Piercings
Tattoos
Music
Thousands of Desires
Blood Moon, Empty Sky

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