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Freaking, on the edge of the world,
I'm at the event horizon
With my head in a rope,
Ready to kiss it all good-bye,
No more worry, anxiety
For I can no longer face this hell
But she's pulling me back,
Back into my shell
Where reality is firm
Where there's a remedy,
An end in sight – an end
Which does not result in termination
And I hug and kiss her
Knowing I can never thank her for what she's done
I'm at the event horizon
With my head in a rope,
Ready to kiss it all good-bye,
No more worry, anxiety
For I can no longer face this hell
But she's pulling me back,
Back into my shell
Where reality is firm
Where there's a remedy,
An end in sight – an end
Which does not result in termination
And I hug and kiss her
Knowing I can never thank her for what she's done
Literature
Under My Bed
Midnight calls, eyes close,
Fear overtakes my sanity,
These voices are real;
in the closet-under the bed, everywhere,
I can hear them breathing;
Calling me into their realm,
I try but cannot see them,
I just know they are here taunting my every thought,
tormenting me about life, deeds, even misdeeds,
Their laughter fuels my tensions,
My pulse quickens as I am in their sway,
paralyzed, I cannot move,
My body consumed by the black,
My gasps fall on dying lights,
This could be my last breath,
Please, Constance, enter my dreams,
Please, save me.
Literature
Heaven for me...
Is it enough?
Is all I may have and be
enough
to be worth my weight
in this?
If all I wish is to conjure
worlds within worlds, of likes
yet unseen, standing only
for the meaning I have given
entirely,
could this be deemed
a life
that cannot be measured
and a place in which to be?
I wish to cover everything,
cover all that I see
with breathable-surround
forcefields, so I may paint-coat colours
as I wish for them to seem.
Bland-pastel turned crimson
cobalt-enhanced cerulean hues
unreal, unseen,
as yet unused...
painting extravagant beards
on supposed-babe faces,
straw-hats on helmets
and hover-car racers,
tap-da
Literature
Tiamat is Dead
Tiamat is dead
She who was one of the first two beings in existence
Consort of Apsu and mother of the gods
Tiamat died long ago, killed by her grandson Marduk
Tiamat is dead
Marduk slew her
Marduk fought Tiamat
Marduk engaged her in a titanic struggle
Marduk held Tiamat’s vast jaws open with the winds
He shot arrows down her gullet
Tiamat is dead
Marduk split once-mighty Tiamat in two
From her two halves he created Heaven and Earth
Mighty Marduk carved up her corpse
He quelled her great salt waters and tamed them
From Tiamat’s consort, Kingu, Marduk took life’s blood
Which he used to birth the race of man
That lives and dies
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Be well, min bror. I hope to see you again soon!