Man without the light

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    Man without the light

    Oh man, you so far from me, you
    observe me.

    Man of paper, man of ink, man of
    briks.

    Beastly the discovery of me makes
    you feel mutilated, as if you
    would want at the end to stay
    lonely in your pain, your dilemma.

    Because I am wind that moves my
    waves,
    you, cold conjugation
    between verb and noun.

    It saddens me to notice how many
    times I had to shatter your
    castle,
    because too much you think
    to know, to think that you don't
    want to know anymore.

    If Animal was good enough, why do
    you approach the Divine?

    And if the Divine asks you
    questions, how would you hope to
    answer without a minimum of
    self-reflecion?

    I show to you, I show within you,
    it is possible to live dependin
    upon something more perfect, in a
    chase of shawdos, projected onto
    planes that will never cross.

    You son of Chaos, abhor order, you
    call me old, you call me boring,
    you call me and you call me, and
    if I won't answer you'll then look
    at the sky, the emptiest space,
    heaviest than anyother.

    You, my son, adorn me with
    misdeeds and presents of steel, I
    suck, a dry root bynow...why did
    you hate me?

    Was I too much?Was I not enough?
    Careful to each of each of your
    gesture, thought, disbelieving you
    would have forgotten my timeless
    womb, you are born from your own
    fear, I did hear you.

    So keep on askin youself the same
    questions, and build yourself a
    fortress of what used to be trees,
    life, trying to give a meaning to
    what a meaning you took away from.

    Too much, alltogheter.

    Idiotic search if you then stop
    seein me.

    If then only programmed answers
    make you feel comfortable, if only
    your sensless detatchment makes
    you feel strong, if only your
    demons make you feel unique.

    When you looked for answers I was
    there, but you build yourself a
    cross of denial.
    When you finished your questoins,
    I presented you with a Cosmo, but
    you cried.

    I AM MAYA, THE ILLUSION TO WHICH
    YOU WILL NEVER GIVE AND END, A
    LOGIC, A SENSE.

    I am the Nothing from which The
    Everything comes.

    You don't have to accept to
    understand me.
    You can try to understand you only
    have to accept me.

    breaktheloop.ZeldaMononoke

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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