Rilke makes me want to feel dangerously -- A passion not of an action hero drama but a slow magnificent undercurrent on humanity pulling myself and the world into the deep painful murks of liquid thinking.
Thinking which outstrips itself like a naked Earth slowly being drained of her blue skirt to show us all the life she's held in her deepest gashes -- fossils and legendary creatures and shipwrecks of lost knowledge and the causes in everything that hides away from us.
I want to lose
my youth laughing while he joyfully
surrenders himself to bitter age,
while it hurts.
While I can
while I can.
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