EVERY ANGEL IS TERRIFYING

WHAT REMAINS My world A conscious projection Of an unconscious construction. I’ve forgotten How to forget Now my palace Is my prison. Waking, “thrown” Into a world I did not create, Unless with luck, I find a puzzling key To the locked palace door. It is my palace after all. All palaces crumble. I…

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SURRENDER Not as defeat As release Letting one’s self go To unknown possibilities. The problem with doing— It’s headlong, voracious,– More and more, over and over. We just do what We have always done. One must die to rise anew: We cannot hold to this reality Which we are offered. It suffocates us. We…

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