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Hiraeth

from Alcyone by Alcyone

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Perennials torn from soils of birth life...
the base stems writhe in thirst-
longing for a path to trace.
In still contemplation, bereavement unveils
a sense; transcending my current body and form.

The turning wheel of life
only renews.
What once was shall
never be again.

Somewhere in a vast ocean of thinning smoke,
memories can hear my yearning in cosmic winds.
Engravings wither with the bodies they're carved in-
all that we remember is having gripped the stone.

Lusting for regression; a strange desire for a suicidal rebirth
backwards in time.
What home could conjure this? The only thing I have inhaled is the stale air of a cold prison.

The skin of our cruel vessel sheds infinitely.
The being inside it is left to sulk and rot.
Should I ascend and return to whence I came,
I would have just begun to search for what was lost.

The turning wheel of life
only renews.
What once was shall never be again.

Somewhere in this vast ocean of thinning smoke,
memories can hear my yearning in cosmic winds.
Engravings wither with the bodies I carved in-
all that I remember is having gripped the stone.

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from Alcyone, released December 19, 2015

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"The most pitiful and yet the most grotesque sight that meets the eye of today is the presumptuous fool, who does not stop to think that by his own actions, conduct, and very manner of living and believing he is persistently closing his inner or spiritual sight to the real possibilities of Life" -L.W. de Laurence ... more

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