In order to
keep a distance I picture the moment,
We shall do
a great deal once we run parallel
The
metaphysical miracle as separate worlds of dreams.
The
appearance speaks to us, but when this dream
Is most
intense, this reality in which we live
Must include
that delicate boundary in measured restraint.
Impulses are
satisfied, to say nothing of the phenomena
May wring
sounds of agony, the annihilation of the veil-
Discouraged
and disappointed there is nothing here.
How could
they have endured existence? A perfect
World? We do
not consider the question of reality.
An
appearance of appearance is the counter appearance.
Invisible to
those wrapped in floating sublime gestures
Running through
the entire chromatic scale of passions
I have
removed blissful peace into the stress of desire.
I do not
think I am unreasonable, in reality we must realize
There is no
longer any use in comfort in impregnable barriers.
We must
always remember a purely passive attitude.
Counterfeit
passions and masked words exhibit a happy state
The invisible
chorus yielded to their demands, let us think-
We must
first ask ourselves, who cares? Wait till it happens.
Amid this
flux of phenomena a comfort tears us in view,
We are
detained by the question, the ordinary essence.
It has been
shaken by the fear of its own conclusions.
They could
abandon themselves in a true abstract.
Poem constructed as I progressed through the 'The Birth of Tragedy' by Friedrich Nietzsche (cover image below)
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