Teufelsodröchkh The receptacle, the apprehensive Altered - TopicsExpress



          

Teufelsodröchkh The receptacle, the apprehensive Altered figure of a boast. He mannered like poison looks That took the skin off. To pull a pretense to understand Is only in our base native to man, Set to strange gallops Of gallons being wise. Wisdom never lies Or lay down the law. Wisdoms key is worse still To know is to be crash-cast out For it threatens all control. Plashes pulls and pool people Into the deep homogenizing of the self Involuntarily you give And having gave you live In creature comfort and. Unproductive thoughts There are none. The mind believes in eternity But the brain does not. Flesh always wins For it reads words And it says to you I understand But mind have no eyes But psyche sight A unproven thing It need be a professor Of apprehensive understandings To remain fresh But flesh never interpret It never lies like the mind. Satire is a planers symbol. I am me agree Merely half suspicious Are exhausted by The editor me And half rather far To flesh to believe What Chrysalis is to you. What winged whatsoever You be a psyche of complexities An involuntary gyration In civic clothes Calculating already Like glimpses internal For a full tic of mystic magic Called seconds Second and vectorized victruoustry And the garment fits But you made it not And the living of it fit But you made it not And your loomed memories. Indeed, indeed, indeed No wise without no enigmatic Winds cut you a breeze Into the lost obscurity of dreams. Your waking dilutes the thing The decisive cosmos Is a ill fit of considerate Of who man be And he, no defense For the flesh of his needs No per-appointed space to But in the skin of he And never be i the Gated commuity that heaven be Not by his ascribes, it seems. Teufelsdröckh Have existence out His energies and his words Are now dying the last enduring end. I withstand him clear As fellow man. I penetrating my victorious of Dream-grottoes As fanned by fantastic Polar entering into Courteous prophetic Pilgrim somewhat Antiquarian of man With eyes strewed With cannon shots Of splintered shells And man invented The heaven of Hell.
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 14:12:44 +0000

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