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There is a certain dignity
A subtle solace
In sadness
A quiet quaintness
In the tomb
That poisons even this shut up shut u
My face is rocks
My face is rocks
A stony silence
To shunt out the day
To shrug off the possibility
That I might be incorrect
That I might have drawn a conclusion
More erroneous than I can believe

It is the separation from possibility
That is what kills

If the greatest feeling
(and it is)
Is knowing and embracing
The myriad possibilities
And chances
And lives in tiny universes folded up into
And exploding out of
A single choice or moment
Then the worst
Is seeing it unreachable
And never knowing if you'll unfold

I rise from the air
My love
Mein herr
And push delight in all directions but my own