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[Jun. 15th, 2006|12:00 am] |
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The Voice is getting louder and more vivid. It cries out for expression. I must do something about it. Soon. |
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| The Vision |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|12:00 am] |
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| | Mozart: Piano Concerto No 13, K 415 in C Major | ] |
"She is Elegance," I whispered, "in gesture and in diction."
"She is Charm," I sighed, "in spirit and in mien."
"She is Grace," I sang, "in thought and in deed."
"She is Beauty," I wept, "in form and in soul."
She stands above me, Immortal Goddess with blazing eyes, and smiles. And I weep for evermore. |
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| Apollo's Dirge |
[Jun. 11th, 2006|12:06 am] |
It tricks me.
I see no light,no beginning or end.
It tricks me.
I feel no guilt,no sorrow or pain.
I find peace.
I hear the music of the sea and the rustling of flowers on my grave. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|08:42 am] |
The ghosts of tomorrow torment me
While I strive to build my citadel of Truth. |
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