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Fairfax, Virginia. As I Sit Here in My Sized Up Cube of An Ancient Method of Isolated
Fairfax, Virginia. As I Sit Here in My Sized Up Cube of An Ancient Method of Isolated
Fairfax, Virginia. As I Sit Here in My Sized Up Cube of An Ancient Method of Isolated
I find that the truth is always just under the surface. Always waiting for that scratch.
I, find that the world is imploding on its own emotional plane. I, speak from were I
stand, and that at times seems to be quick sand. And I dream of telling that tale
which says it all and puts every living creature at ease. I speak with a language
made simple. I speak simply, only to imply that not all conversations are as
excruciating as they might appear.
I remember once being able to leap to great heights. I used to stretch my arms out
and soar into oblivion, into absolution, into the divine, into myself, into you, into
nothing. I remember how that empty space between the earth and I used to feel. I
am now a Man and the earth feels rough and jagged. The wind that once lifted me
up to the heights, now blasts me with particles of civilizations past. Never were we to
roam this
Alone once again
Towards nothing, but my own sin
Virtue is not of itself
Leaving me nothing
But myself
Twisted morals, all shaken up
Stirred and pounded into a cup
A cup that is of me
Just waiting for that special time
That special moment
That I get served as a special drink
-- Saad Manasterli