I. Your life began with an explosion, then it was a rapid expansion, an acquisition of the objects of plans made and love and knowledge returned to us, an instinct that never turned and questioned itself in all its duration, a great and terrific wave. We were separated and we were alone, but in our outward manifestations we discovered common ground with some, while with others the mingling of these activities of self - out beliefs and commitments - created sorrow and discord. It was all labor and devotion to the plot youd been given, an outpouring of energy impossible to define, it chases pessimism when I think about it. II. You were immense at one point. I couldnt discover your limits. You were as the bird I saw today that when I approached, did not fly away, but only regarded me: its will and motives infinite even within the sphere of its small body. It begins with a shrinking. Your tethers to heaven cut one by one. Everything becomes harder and harder, till you cant do no more. And the smallest pleasures become the totality of your happiness, And all things arrive as eventualities and golden tidings of what is to come next. Out the window the day is staged; all its still poses simple lines of unassuming beauty; an expectancy that invites fading sight to a second outpouring; a new devotion in which no one standing with us may join us in, as we go to our beginnings again.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 18:13:58 +0000
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