The Forbidden Heights - Your Life is a Myth

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The Word

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They ask me:
In what great silence have you alone composed your poetic words?

And I ask:
What Greater Solitary Poet has given utterance to me in His Silence?
For I am but a word given the breath of life by a Greater Poet upon the pages of Life.

Thus, I am the Word become Flesh.

 

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Blessed is he who, in his attempt to concretize his thoughts about the absurdity and harshness of life, gets sidetracked and mesmerized by the wonder and beauty of his own ability to express his bitterness in life.