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Immortality, spread your wings
Wrap them upon me as I wish for you
I wish to have the greatest power
And hope that through this method
I will gain that power
Immortality spread your wings
Wrap them upon this young child
As I recognise that I was a fool
And hope that through this method
He will never make the mistake I did
Wrap them upon me as I wish for you
I wish to have the greatest power
And hope that through this method
I will gain that power
Immortality spread your wings
Wrap them upon this young child
As I recognise that I was a fool
And hope that through this method
He will never make the mistake I did
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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the drum
yesterday:
I live inside a drum. I live beneath a beautiful stretched sheepskin, and on warm days the sun lays her head upon the face of the drum—softly humming.
I’ve always lived inside the drum, and so have my mother and father. My family has lived inside the drum for generations, along with all of my neighbour’s families. We know the winter songs to be jeering in tone but elegant in mood.
My mother speaks fondly of her life in the drum—most often of her childhood. When we used to go to the fields in the summer she would lie on the softly swaying grass, holding me close to her breast as she would recount storie
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Two different characters, wishing for the same thing for completely different reasons.
First verse: The man is asking for self-immortality. This version is hard to do, but the person recieving the immortality gains a strong power if it is done correctly.
Second verse: The man is asking for vessel-immortality. This version requires a younger being, and allows the person recieving the immortality to pass on all traits to the younger being for any reason he desires.
Just something I noticed.
First verse: The man is asking for self-immortality. This version is hard to do, but the person recieving the immortality gains a strong power if it is done correctly.
Second verse: The man is asking for vessel-immortality. This version requires a younger being, and allows the person recieving the immortality to pass on all traits to the younger being for any reason he desires.
Just something I noticed.
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I don't think that's the kind of immortality we should wish for.