The Great Reset

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Just make do or do without
Use it up and wear it out
Go green and go without a fight
The truth is slowly coming clear
The greater good is prime
A cyber life awaits mankind

They’re planning for our future now
Planning to reset somehow
Here we are in no man’s land
Here is what we understand
We are begging for our freedom here
The great reset is all we fear
No one understands this fact
Two thousand thirty is the year

Reshape and override
All’s reset overnight
Planet Earth re-aligned
Without a doubt

All creatures great and small
Replaced by digital culls
We know where this will go from here

They’re planning for our future now
Planning to reset somehow
Here we are in no man’s land
Here is what we understand

We are begging for our freedom here
The great reset is all we fear
No one understands this fact
Unaware we go to bed

The Great Reset
The Great Reset

We say enough now with growth
Enough now with oils
Enough now with all that spoils

They’re planning for our future now
Planning to reset somehow
Here we are in no man’s land
Here is what we understand
We are fighting for our freedom here
The great reset is all we fear
No one understands this fact
Two thousand thirty is the year

Pavor Nocturnus: The Sleeping Child Wakes the Dead Heart





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To One in Paradise

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o’er!
No more—no more—no more—
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

EAP

Catharsis: Salvation’s Bleeding Vessel



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Can I bring my own salvation

Whence stripped of my flesh and mind

Bleeding vessels, pacing hearts

A lacquer of hope amongst

A star-charted depart

Can I bring my own destruction

Whence stripped of every arrow’s shot

For chances are a number calling

Finite storms to plot some spark

For chances are a catharsis for the taking

Whence truth is ill for the making

add words the hammer for breaking

Can I bring my own redemption

Whence will is no longer for wanting

Emotion runs dry

this time is naught awakening

Each moment a clip on ill fated stories

Suffocated in imaginations dreadful glories

Souls lost in wanton paths

Darkening shadows peel away

the momentous cast

Catharsis my bleeding vessel

Salvation is uninhabited and vast

Futures, be my map

Infinitely writhing…

bury me,

the star’s autopsied Love Trap.

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Who is She?

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It is clear that we must trust what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition.

We must know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.

There is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind sociability however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along…

Let everything in life happen to you: Beauty and Terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.

You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

-Rilke

Corpse Bride: United Shadow

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I am United

To These Bones

No Flesh

No Feeling

No Blood

To Rush into Calm

Or Marry into Madness

I am Betrothed

To This Conceit

A Chasing Chasm,

Shadow on the Empty Ground

No feet to carry the emptiness

No fortitude to vow these distractions

I am anything and nothing

Remains

You my clean-handed Bride

We are interlocked

in a distant and infinite dream

You,

Me,

And the dust

We dance the time to space

And exist for delusive clouds

To bear this clear mortality

That Reminds us of our Dear Plight

We are United

No Flesh, No Feeling

But a single drop

The blood

It will be Mine.

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A Midnight Companion of Solitude: Graveyard

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In your sea

I see

A thousand Stones

Higher than the drowned dreams

Inside my beating heart

Shadow winds

Follow me down

Into the darkness

There, I find your hands

Your face

So clear,

So cold

In your sea,

My immensity

so small in your box,

To wander in soil

Perfumed in dust.

To wander in night vapours

This ephemeral fear

Bleeds through beryl hearts

Into

Your veins, a pathway to heaven

Your Muted Skin

my pillow to the stars

Bring me into your

Graveyard of crowns

This is life

In the still

Where my tears water

your last light.

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Athens Bleeding: Wayfarer’s Calling

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Slowly,

Slowly…

Darkness seeps in

supine advance

Lowly,

Lowly….

Every breath in liquid read

Every limb seeps creeping death

Wait,

Wait…

So calmly.

I have no eyes to feel the coming

No skin to bear the drowning

This force,

Your force…

A movement so still …its choking

Every,

Every…

Life force is fading

I,

I am bleeding underground and stable

Make-believe,

Mock… this press inside me

This is a warning

Wayfarers calling

The land is curdled in organ

The heart is electric in fear

Athens,

Athens is bleeding

Careful,

Is this something you can bear?

Pity is my palate, price is life’s own face

Cowards run in one direction…

self inflicted spears

create momentary stone tears

Walk,

In this direction I will run

Wait,

Denial is a bargain

Belief, your fading sun

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