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Words and thoughtless things;
silence, inexhaustible silence;
tempered feelings;
broken - anguishing: this;
shuddering: the sweet caress of life;
the cold clinging size
of the shadow that clings
beneath the warm shape of flesh;
footprints that follow behind
no reverie: only real;
"Wake" it screams the word
wraps about broken sides
and anguish climbs unhindered;
ignored, cold and frightful
it climbs and is unnoticed;
Death has met me
and met it have I
Met and left behind
like grace unwound
never meant to be revered,
twisting back through things;
Compelled by the deepest
darkest empty nothing
to be filled, full
climbing from the abyss
once more urging
awoken like dull natured things
no prepossession
Knowing only quiet
knowing only all sound will dull
to barely an ache, from atrophy
untended in the space
unremembered in time
Though the vivid comes
like euphoria and Venus
and Aphrodite
like bliss and joy
the sacred and serene
it leaves, always;
what exists
what is left
is only a metaphor
what lives
and what dies
broken wings, corrugated paper
The quiet notion that peril
is preferable to death
that sleep is no more
it is true
Than rather to fear than to die;
to kiss death; to swallow fear:
lips sweet and trembling.
And in time to go backward
to the beginning
to beauty and grace;
all awe and wonder:
to smile as if never once sad.
silence, inexhaustible silence;
tempered feelings;
broken - anguishing: this;
shuddering: the sweet caress of life;
the cold clinging size
of the shadow that clings
beneath the warm shape of flesh;
footprints that follow behind
no reverie: only real;
"Wake" it screams the word
wraps about broken sides
and anguish climbs unhindered;
ignored, cold and frightful
it climbs and is unnoticed;
Death has met me
and met it have I
Met and left behind
like grace unwound
never meant to be revered,
twisting back through things;
Compelled by the deepest
darkest empty nothing
to be filled, full
climbing from the abyss
once more urging
awoken like dull natured things
no prepossession
Knowing only quiet
knowing only all sound will dull
to barely an ache, from atrophy
untended in the space
unremembered in time
Though the vivid comes
like euphoria and Venus
and Aphrodite
like bliss and joy
the sacred and serene
it leaves, always;
what exists
what is left
is only a metaphor
what lives
and what dies
broken wings, corrugated paper
The quiet notion that peril
is preferable to death
that sleep is no more
it is true
Than rather to fear than to die;
to kiss death; to swallow fear:
lips sweet and trembling.
And in time to go backward
to the beginning
to beauty and grace;
all awe and wonder:
to smile as if never once sad.
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There is a deeper meaning behind this piece, and I hope it can be seen.
(Listen to Clint Mansell - Xibalba, from the Fountain OST.)
(Listen to Clint Mansell - Xibalba, from the Fountain OST.)
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