The Love Haze
I am of the angles
But am stuck in the earth
Where corruption grows
So I live without truly living,
I love with complete truth of loving
And I die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die...
Without ever truly knowing death
As any of us wouldn't...
Since we are all, at birth, in the wandering sulphur:
Cooing in the ethereal living of the loving haze.
Dying in the distant horizon of dizzying days.
Sighing in the silence of sounds.
At point of break it breaks,
Shake your head...
And live your life.
In the beginning are days.
And more days.
Love.
And more life.
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