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[voidic3ntity]

within the clouded daze of some other great eternity, I am called:

by escapism, by addiction, by something far greater than myself;

& still, I find myself seeking, struggling, retracing my footprints?

is all suchness merely the return to self which we desire so bad,

or something else entirely, which reflects all such confusion?

through the cacophony of binaries, we seek to be unified.

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by escapism: by addiction; by something far greater than myself.

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24/4/24

'IMMOVABLE DARKNESS'

OUT NOW

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Louise Glück, from “The Drowned Children”, Poems 1962 - 2012

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even after years away, the water still looks so fucking geometric:

ripples reflect waves in much the same way eyes reflect soul...

is it something of mystery that we seek ourselves in others?

one great universal lattice, forming the inner & the outer,

rings of simulacrum embedded deep within the fabric;

we lose ourselves in molecules, only to remember all.

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even after years away... the water still looks so fucking geometric.

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24/4/24

'IMMOVABLE DARKNESS'

much love, voidic3ntity.

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   —  Anna Akhmatova, "The Sentence," from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova, translated by Judith Hemschemeyer

[text ID: Today I have so much to do: / I must kill memory once and for all, / I must turn my soul to stone, / I must learn to live again—]

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I'm so utterly & so completely obsessed with you, my lighthouse,

always searching, yet never finding, to seek is to remain hopeful:

beneath the fragments, the chalice of trust dwells much deeper,

& the loyalty I have for you is something so pathetically single;

am I good enough for you to stick by through the rainstorms?

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always searching yet never finding; to seek is to remain hopeful.

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24/4/24

'IMMOVABLE DARKNESS'

much love, voidic3ntity.

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Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

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death, such is the difficult & delicate problem we all face alone:

in moments of darkness, the existential spiral swirls endlessly,

alone in our homes, as each day creeps ever closer to infinity;

are our stories of something greater, afterlife or nothingness,

merely fragile fabrications of woven language to comfort us?

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are our stories of something greater... afterlife or nothingness?

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24/4/24

'IMMOVABLE DARKNESS'

much love, voidic3ntity.

[voidic3ntity]

Kaveh Akbar, from "No is a Complete Sentence", Calling a Wolf a Wolf

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in the darkness of night, that which passes through everything,

the crack between the worlds, the place in which eternity rests:

omens & moths, tidal creations which circle all things into itself,

foundational in origin, yet witness upon the surface of all things;

we are not what we think we are, & neither are the moths of time.