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of voids and dreams (inspired by a wave of depression 2)
…dear friend or devil…
…wake me from this void or dream…
…dear dream or demon…
…have mercy sufficient to wake me from this odd old slumber…
…or sing me back to a thoroughly more opaque resting…
…where i ask nothing further of you…
…and vain interrogation of existing arrests the constant unappeased…
…and prying temperamental questioning…
…by nature i die..
..neither by choice do i wonder…
…and know no better where these tunnels lead us…
…and tell me when was it that we came to persuade ourselves that this is all more…
…than a subatomic dramatized nonsense…
…with a daylightdream painted on it…
…dear friend…
…when did we come to believe that we are anything more…
…than just the minimal waves that bind us…
…that long to be remembered…
…and to be constant...
...and never waiver and neither die…
…opposed to the nature of its beast…
…dear friend and coma…
…leave me to rest…
…we only repeat what we have heard…
…dear memory…
…leave without me…
…wake me from this void or dream…
…dear dream or demon…
…have mercy sufficient to wake me from this odd old slumber…
…or sing me back to a thoroughly more opaque resting…
…where i ask nothing further of you…
…and vain interrogation of existing arrests the constant unappeased…
…and prying temperamental questioning…
…by nature i die..
..neither by choice do i wonder…
…and know no better where these tunnels lead us…
…and tell me when was it that we came to persuade ourselves that this is all more…
…than a subatomic dramatized nonsense…
…with a daylightdream painted on it…
…dear friend…
…when did we come to believe that we are anything more…
…than just the minimal waves that bind us…
…that long to be remembered…
…and to be constant...
...and never waiver and neither die…
…opposed to the nature of its beast…
…dear friend and coma…
…leave me to rest…
…we only repeat what we have heard…
…dear memory…
…leave without me…
Published 17th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
17th Jan 2010 5:33am
I can see how this was inspired by your depression. A very moving and intelligent piece.
"…when did we come to believe that we are anything more…
…than just the minimal waves that bind us…"
Those lines are awesome. So moody and achingly tender. Beautiful. As usual each sentence flows and melts into it's successor with wondrous clarity and a certain subtle darkness, which places a stranglehold on the reader.
"…when did we come to believe that we are anything more…
…than just the minimal waves that bind us…"
Those lines are awesome. So moody and achingly tender. Beautiful. As usual each sentence flows and melts into it's successor with wondrous clarity and a certain subtle darkness, which places a stranglehold on the reader.
17th Jan 2010 5:49am
i remember being in tears when writing this one and the first one of the series "we were once".. I hoped I would fall into a coma after writing these.. I wanted these to be my last words to the world.. but one can not merely will himself into a coma I found.. (fuck)
Anonymous
4th Feb 2010 6:14am
honest and simply beautiful poetry. I have run out of words nathan.my eyes are teary.
4th Feb 2010 6:23am
I was in tears when I wrote it.. so both of us were under the power of sadness and these words.. thank you for opening your heart for this one..xoxo
