…procrastination habit

Jun 27, 2012 15:24

Most unfortunately I spend my time sorting and devising to understand my tastes rather than exemplifying them.

Suspension of duality-eager derivative-consciousness, self-awareness; I, myself I keep, nearer in the distance-to know the other half-

I am to imagine how I am viewed by others while preserving my state of self, while imagining their imaginings of all that trails beyond in the entrapment of our shared moment, overshadowing any advancement of cognitive means. What it is we share is valued by maddening formless dominion, a sense of hope accompanying it withering at our feet. Perhaps it is the moment itself which has no mouth and feels the need to scream. Perhaps it is the reunion of the divided self.

Should your wits be about you
What infliction you might face
Is neither friend nor foe
Yet speaks to you in sleep
Dressed deep in familiarity
The drapes of common bidding
From far unto the other side
Where echoes fade to die.
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