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Anesthenes

February 13, 2012
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Man in embrio sleeps to invoke this god.

intentions arrow empathy. a would be blessing is the legend of a conquered judge. all eyes are GOD. forging shapes in this forsaken wilderness. gloomy phantasies of dread are the silver lining in a cloud of perturbation.

the thief of fire prays here. the spline of liver ripping torment. sulpherous landscapes. in darkness. & ceaseless hoping. sorrows of Immortals torment the heavens where men aspire to root their morals & be clean. I have seen heaven. There is no distinction. Between desire & imagination.

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  1. February 13, 2012 10:54 am

    source text = Urizen (Blake)

  2. February 14, 2012 5:00 am

    Intense. The snippets of Urizen I’ve read seem timid by comparison.

    • February 14, 2012 11:31 pm

      I yearn, with all my poetic capacities, to someday produce something that approaches the structural genius of that poem. But until that day, I’ll continue to be intense.

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