But who’s this blind-child of my lonely memory, unwanted morning yet unfollowed by another? Whose time we chew, whose banner do we tear apart; why bother? Alone, bewitched by what complete would mean if empty’s so rewarding, stand I and mourn… I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my senses and lost has grown the day … Continue reading Massada…
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The other side of blindness…
If side, there's always there, another... With no communication but the bridging self of the betweenness, like the torn flag of broken, subdued ideals... It's the betweenness oftentimes the side of otherness, spread, squeezed, immense, belittled, there, forgotten victim "rightfully left" paying dues to the left, to the right, to whosoever's shameless "I've been there … Continue reading The other side of blindness…
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