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Time,
fading,
embedded into nothingness,
lost, forsaken, betrayed,
immersed into the infinity
of being, and yet dying by
nature, besieged
by death.
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Desires
of the soul
glimmer like fiery logs,
rise up like sparks, fall down,
extinguished, quenched and are
trampled by heavy boots. And the
strength of the soul vanishes.
Then it goes down
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SWAMP |
Once in a while signs
of light, messages from another
world, signals from above,
given as warning and direction,
comfort and fear, a glimmer of
eternity, wrapped in an earthly
garment, visible and yet hidden,
clear and yet clouded.
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into the abyss, right into the
swamp of cravings, where one sinks
deeper and where the soul becomes
dirty and altered, where thoughts
dim and senses become distorted,
where the demons live and one
hopes for a sign of light and
waits for a saving hand.
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