self_loss Rasputine{Vermelha} I must have lost myself Somewhere Between the oak tree and those wires Did you see me then? Trapped in my meanderings Searching under every torn branch I didn’t see me then And when I stood there naked Sweeping hair from the marble The preconceived essence Drunk in solitude and loss Was blearing my sight And the morning gleam Lurking through the burned curtains Under the fire was getting dim I must have lost myself then I saw you, Eugénio With your slow movements Menacing glare And yet such a frail composure I was there, my friend Hiding face with book Grinning uncontrollably Staring solely at those tired old eyes My stomach pushed me to meet you Tell you Your poem saved me one day But I was half of myself then My staggering pace and faintness Would twist your sense of me I turned away and returned to dullness I lost myself As I crawled outside the station And heard the whistle blow His last touch and blink of the eyes The torturing blue of that sky And the storm inside my head The flashes of rain consuming it That was where I lost myself In his hands In his smile In the kisses I gave him My now sun dried lips Are all that I have left And I can’t find myself in my eyes Or in my fingertips Returning to his island To distance and longing I’m not with myself now But I’ll embrace the vortex In which his time is also mine. 000905 ... Thyartshallshant What he said. 001225 ... unhinged isn't as bad as you'd think egolessness isn't as bad as you'd think expand dismantle_hierarchy 190221 ... unhinged tonglen 190221 what's it to you? who go blather from