On Wickedness//Sadness Song//Song of Evaporation

So wicked am I I cannot even cry

Yet wickedness still is a trait of my circumstances

A réaction de animus, an unhelpful disguise

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I am curious about my sadness and what it knows of me

What can it say of my mind when I have retreated?

What can is discern from my melancholy?

What fantasies do I dream when I weep?

What memories do I twist as I sink further down?

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We took the forest we stood in and lowered it below this moment in rank of importance, but above ourselves

We became servants to the flowing of time like avatars of the present

And presently admiring all feelings and desires that appeared

I would shout and you'd fight back, we could become aware only of what we were doing, staying silent in each others arms however, became the greatest glory

You'd contest and I'd retreat, like rotating galaxies our arms did bend, ebbing and flowing

And we both knew it was a moment we could never share again

At least it was as we were, and we were there to see it