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The Art of Fall


I spread my wings like an angel
to free fall in the velocities
into pools of India ink
because I know and have known love.

I peeled my eyes with a scalpel
to place the monstrosities
onto the surface to see the inversion of sky and ocean
because I know and have known myself.

I sent myself to pieces in a storm of contrasts
to conduct the only truth I know
unto the compositions of truths in omnipresent nodes
because I know that falling is flying
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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Author's Note
(I realize that my creative devices are destructive but that is what I love. I only know the creation that is interconnected to destruction in a divine paradox.  I am not shore I know any other way to be.  I am not shore I want to be anything other than this.  I am perhaps incapable of being swayed.  I am a steadfast form beyond happiness and sadness, but requiring both of these, in precisions.).   Does that make me...  Fucking crazy?  :)
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