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Screaming in their cells I watched as you changed Your form I watched as my shadow changed its form It mimics you I mimic you Embrace the difference and know that there is nothing below this A candle burns the image in your head I am not alone I know I am not alone Crystallize, solidify, then turn to flesh My shadow adorns skin With a shade of blue that pierces It grows from within Into something more A greater understanding I am not alone “…his searching and wrestling intellect had broken free from a spiritual view of the world to which his feelings still clung. Extra ecclesiam nulla salus--- this saying applies in the highest degree to every man whose spiritual transformation carries him beyond the magic circle of traditional holy images which, as ultimate truths, shut off the horizon: he loses all his comforting prejudices, his whole world falls apart, and he knows as yet nothing about a different order of things. He has become impoverished, as unknowing as a small child, still entirely ignorant of the new world, and be able to recall only with difficulty the age-old experiences of mankind that speak to him from his blood. All authority has dropped away, and he must build a new world out of is own experiences…” Jung Pajamas soaked in blood Split lip Tired eyed A self imposed abandonment A lavender smile Dust filled eyes Dirt smeared cheek Four paralleled gashes Blood blends with dust “…I’m braking at the seams just like you…” ~beth~ Post a comment in response: |
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