I become not-I
not whole and without a soul
in the summertime
nothing is easy
in this life with Anattā
Teufel on my back
trout jump off the hook
el algodón es bajo
you feel my blood boil
hush little baby
you ain't rich or good lookin'
but once in your prime
end your tears, don't cry
once a crybaby, always
a crybaby, Bess
High-rise Chicago
long ago, watching the news
snow-blind almanac
old scores play new songs
boring ancient grudge matches
long feuds full of toil
under the mattress
feathers to rise, spread your wings
voler dans le vide
sky-red in orbit
Tantalus mourns the morning
when he must confess
eternal river
rises up singing of thirst
hunger the strange fruit
obey not the gods
take to the hills, run away
harm stands by to charm
forget the shoulder
fashioned from ivory tusks
forgive the old coot
Atreus trembles
not, the company he keeps
fearless smoke alarm
truculent family
ties know no peace, only war
this much I confide
reason sets to test
my faith in δαιμόνῐον
over disbelief
emptiness allows
the real world as illusion
knock on marble floors
underneath the dead
interred await the rapture
but not the trap doors
silence is golden
stillness in meditation
lose myself in grief
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