Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known but lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness, consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle parts, it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Innokenty Annensky (1855-1909)
On the Water
Meadows, clouds, water say Say they're bewitched by a yellow moon; Silver surface, silver distance Above me, before me....
To regret nothing, desire nothing.... If only the witch's mask glowed And her fable glided to silver Distance on silver surface....
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