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Music:
Fugue in F Minor |
| There is no being at the heart of being, No soul beneath the shifting shards of self, No way of seeing past the act of seeing, No faith enough to walk across that gulf. There is no love more loving than our loving, No meaning that means more than we can mean, No proof that we are capable of proving, No grace that pain and sorrow might redeem. Nothing is the object of our passion, The void within the vastness of the void, The rule no rule can rule nor reason ration, In which all is created and destroyed. The sea lies lucid in the morning light; Yet when we dive, we dive towards perfect night. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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