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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Feb 05 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.05.04.28.29473]] |
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The mind struggles to organize, while the world exceeds at disorder. It is hard to find a foothold in this quagmire... Often it may seem easier to breathe mud. We are all kissing/confused circles seeking another to form infinity. Reading the runes of a face should be left for the wizards and wise men. This does not mean that the laity won't try to descry expressions like so many pages of a book. True, the world exceeds in disorder but also true, man is begotten of the world. Alas we cannot escape birthright. And in the end these runic faces, these cryptic hearts only soften the ground and for the unwise, unlucky offer no knowledge. Still, I will read the pages of your faces. I will study the book of your heart. The script is bleary and I am blind.... Yet I am not ready to learn mud breathing, more so I seek the epilogue of our soul. |