.the altar of your discontent.
what do you offer there?
what do you burn?
burn it. burn the altar,
in sacrifice to itself.
will to power:
in those rare moments when the vision of what is really wanted
finally appears -
mind and life must be opened and rearranged.
the dream rarely actualizes itself -
when it does: a curse.
every dream contains its own interpretation.Filed in not poems, philosophical ramblings | Comment (0)