lost_sanity

Through the eyes of the empty
2003-01-31 04:54:27 (UTC)

Where holiness lurks and fears

Down digging again, through the skin to search. Beneath in
the tunnels that are never travelled, but by the flow. Here
where none have gazed, where none have found. Sealed for
safety, closed for keeping, damaging it all. Hidden from
those who need to view, shrouded by the hands that cross.
Letting it fester here, beating to feed humility and the
humble. Buried under this layer of frost. Look not with
the son's eyes.

How did this bring me to my knees again? Why am I still
cupping the soil? This is not intended. When did this
become idyllistic, when did this Libra withdraw. Weighted
into a cove, a shell of imbalance. It points a finger and
breaks the others, only one to guide. Cascade down into the
well and find it dry. Change again, cover it, and send it
down the river. Toss me forth upon the bank and wait for me
to retrieve, no one must see.

Faulted blame, I never had this, I never used this. Yet I
keep it, and carress its ability. Cherished, unused,
precious and pious. Holy to the pupils and weakening to the
grasp. Please shudder from this place. In sweet void will
I devour this utopian art. Go and fear the turn, for salt
will await if the eye beholds. Let me wallow alone once
again with a veil. Trangressing for a fall, a fall to
transcend to the better




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