| A brilliant allegory of the rise of self-importance. |


ContentionIt was a room without windows.Contention
She turned to me.
Let me hear you breathe.
I put my frail arms around her, hugging her body close to mine, a history of tears splayed across the walls. Exhaling into her fragrant hair. Spiraling away, our dance of contention. Freedom never found.


Jocund TormentorsFrom the windfall the pariah recoils. Wrought with scorn, she withers. A crescent moon illuminates the tablets on which she prays, altering her voice. Intoning lost relics while whispered rhymes dissolve in sand. Sketches inveighed against the wrathful god, the secrets of angels are uttered and lost. She hungers in the depths of fjords apart from the jocund trees; habitual tormentors. Railing against the sanctions of God.Jocund Tormentors


Heidegger ResponseThe intimacy settles between artist and essence That sits on stone above a raging sea The mighty fortress privy to the bursting of angered water against its wallsHeidegger Response
Where boundaries of walls once strong collapse Into sand Rejoining Rebirth in the collapse
| A brilliant allegory of the rise of self-importance. |
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