08 Mar Know Thyself

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Night slow-fades, I raise up my clubs and spades
And played my heart to diamonds by the fall of day.
Tired, but I cannot sleep — I drive out of the city’s keep
A while feels like forever, and forever feels like never,
And when it is late, I only want to go home.

I soared in my dreams over the tallest skies and trees
Waking up underwater, my breath tastes like the sun,
One may wonder, but in death’s defile, not wonder a while:
A while feels like forever, and forever feels like never,
And when it is late, I only want to go home.

Tell me your hidden name, if you know your hidden name,
Rensekhemkhuba? kakhaibitsekhu?
Tell me your limits, if you know you have no limits
As a living soul of God, or a living soul of you.

You can love only yourself to death, pequeño,
And even this shall be taken away.
At the break of day under velveteen gray, you’ll know
You’ll never know yourself as much as everyone else.

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