Diamanda Galas, The Raven: X
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Herbstlich
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
It isn't the gesture that lasts,
but it dresses you again in gold
armor--from breast to knees--
and the battle was so pure
an angel wears it after you.
― R M Rilke
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The Storm
Why should I seek?
I am the same as He.
His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.
-Rumi
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Oneiroi
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters, F. Goya.
There silence dwells: only the lazy stream of Lethe 'neath the rock with whisper low o'er pebbly shallows trickling lulls to sleep. Before the cavern's mouth lush poppies grow and countless herbs, from whose bland essences a drowsy infusion dewy Nox distils and sprinkles sleep across the darkening world. -Ovid.
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