Parnassus..

So much
is missed in life
so much remains unsaid

together as we watch the evening sun
going down to the horizon
how differently we are together

let life miss so much
let so much remain unsaid

we are
better what we are.
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Those great men of power and fame
are now merely some pictures
and words in the pages of history

men of love
with their ordinariness
are the blank space of those pages

once you are there no more
how does it matter
whether you are a written word
or a blank sheet of paper.
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Everyday
we keep becoming
more like a thing

weeping is
a luxury
we cannot afford

parting for us
is a sort of routine
and death
a formality

all that we are not ready
to listen
is the wailing of the stranded soul
trapped in our living carcass.