There is a candle that lights
the ceiling and the floor.
There are eyes
that do not see.
There is a voice that speaks
but is not heard.
There are one million lies
and one million possibilities.
There is a man
who has no one
and a man who needs no one.
There is a man who has someone
and shouldn't.
There are waterfalls
that never end,
and empty souls that want to,
and immortals who are dying
who couldn't.
There is a place where songs
need no voices,
and places where music
is never uttered.
There is a place where lies
set freedom for those
who do not fear the saints,
and wanderers always vanish
when they fall asleep.
Where silence meets
with sweet victory
and notorious troubles are tested,
and make for a remorseful nightfall
and a flower that points down.
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Stream of Consciousness
PoetryCome join us you emancipators from reality, You who wouldn't die for anything in this world, Though we are no more than martyrs. We'll never care for you, but you'll gain so much. We all have something worth hearing, and We all have something to le...
