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I've climbed on the edge
of a mighty mountain
Ignore my needs
With my back to the world
and with face directed to the sky

Weary…
passing warm,
refusing dream
Accelerating,
uptight and humble, me cripple
walking my path
With my back to the world
and with face directed to the sky
"Often I dropped from his hand,
vanished in soil,
when he's weariless walking
with face directed to the sky"
And I ignore my needs

A crawling creature
That's what you really are
In a haze of misunderstanding
You are looking for a lodestar
A sign, a hope and a faith
To be something more than a peasant
Something more than a superior ape
Finally you reach this vortex
Endless pleasure, self-abuse
Above the firmament, fires and death
Your own Dilmun
Spotless universe locked in the head
Suddenly a terrible whip shot ruined those dreams
You wish you're Blake's dragon's blood
Instead you're just dust

"Once upon a time
he pastured in my arms.
But he didn't spoil my sanctity
He was all like a void.
And he fell with his face to the world"

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