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The dead self within dead corpus. Inexhaustible the journey andtedious is the way, Effortless effort beyond the grip. I live with no sign of aliveness....

The dead self within dead corpus. Inexhaustible the journey andtedious is the way, Effortless effort beyond the grip. I live with no sign of aliveness.

Will thou not show a glimpse -soft- hearted Semblance for this weak, lonesome lover? Time is wanton and unruly, Passion's bona fide enemy. Death is blessing than to roll in time's merciless blow to cut our clan, to isolate us from our metaphysical confluence

Will thou not show a glimpse -soft- hearted Semblance for this weak, lonesome lover? Time is wanton and unruly, Passion's bona fide enemy. Death is blessing than to roll in time's merciless blow to cut our clan, to isolate us from our metaphysical confluence.

A pathless path! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.