Sweet fate befall me,
lead me a merry dance.
Find me brave,
find me free.
For I have breached the hollow walls,
and have found a way through.
I have escaped the prison of love,
and left you all behind.
I have left myself dead,
under torn skies.
Flesh cannot contain my spirit,
bones cannot cage my soul.
I have left to be alone,
to the other side,
where calculous and reason cannot reach me.
Where the fields know no count,
no colour, no definition.
Formless.
These are the hopes I have seen in my dreams.
These are the prayers awaiting an answer.
New Orleans 1911
So stunningly beautiful, so real...to me.
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