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PAIN!!!!!!!!!! WHY...PAIN...???....

Don't ask, don't ask, don't let yourself go again, let yourself fall again, every damn time.  Learn to be loved in your loneliness only, with never a scrap for the starving, the ravenous thing that lies deep inside, still all-too-close to the surface -- you showed it, you let it be seen.  And now you remember, it's just like the last time -- same over and over, and never resigned / for all that you held to of honour and grace, when that moment comes then it all just explodes in your face....

But never drop names, only clues...let the only scandal be yours--and wrap it up inside a fable, sealed inside a fairytale.... --Un homme jeune? --Oui... --what more can be said...? 

Just choose your soundtrack for the scene, and let it all play out...that's just the way it goes, no one to blame.  Every time the same--don't dare to hope again....don't dare express.  Stay away and maybe no one / will disturb the deepest oceans into stress--let sleeping dragons lie, don't run your searching hand / along the tiger's tail.... 

Something like that--avoid those eyes / for your own have spoken all too much tonight.  Say no more, for your words have traveled far and wide.  Leave this room or pace awhile in silence, in the darkened moonlight, high and lofty, lowest of them all....

 

And so the chasm...

There's a gap in between, where some human intuition ought to be....

But all I've got is a mind that reads and a fire that burns, and burns alone.  

So take your sight and look in me, and tell me what I long to see / for myself...  //  Just take your hand and reach inside, and touch me where I tried to hide....hold me, for the chasm is wide--and I can't see inside.

Between calm peaks and the pains of hell, an aching void I know too well / every time...  //  Souls never see the trap they've sprung, it's only me that's pierced and hung / on the tree...  

It's only and always the lonely one / that falls within his dream... // Only and always the wisest one, the hardest one, the proudest one that falls...  / and there the twain do meet.   And there the twain do meet.... 

So take your sight and look in me, and tell me what I long to see / for myself...  //  Just take your hand and reach inside, and touch me where I tried to hide....hold me, for the chasm is wide...and healing denied.

 

[10-12-05,  K. Aurencz Zethmayr]