Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind carries me across the sky.
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And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
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God be between you and harm in all the empty places you walk.
Tuesday, April 14
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning.
They don't realize he's alive.
No one understands, but Major Tom sees.
"Now the light commands
This is my home. I'm coming home."
After such knowledge, what forgiveness?
Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.
Sunday, March 22
this seems like rather an egotistical thing to do, publishing a journal...
the only reason for this is that sometimes it feels better to get things said, as if the act of publishing them might make me feel better, not unlike sucking the poison from a wound
hmm... poison, wound -- seems like there's some pain here. That would be correct.