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To Be Mean


To Be Mean

To be Live in the Dying, –

The Process of Birth, –

Is essential, crying-

Ly say feeling Loss,

 

And in it Gain proclaim,

Fighting back, killing Self:

Every Purpose let aim

To fulfill Core of Delve!..

 

Core of growing Sense

Midst emotions to feel:

Is it common, that dense

Perpetration of Kill?

 

Is it “known”, that learned

So negligent Grasp, –

Of the Prophecy worn,

Of Nightmare realized?..

 

In Belief Being’s felt

Only breathing in Trust,

And pulsating in Melt-

Ing of Spirit of Dust,

 

And entrusting, to lift

Let’s all Losses between

Crushing Waves by the Rifts

That approve what that mean!..

 

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Vladislav Martynovitch

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