#1
Ah! A rupture, some disconnect which cannot promise the sea to the interminable faults of my meddling intellect; to forge the words which betray the ‘it’, the other, the what, the you; blasphemy, my dear Elsie!

Am I though, so hard to please? All I seek from you is an essence you cannot possess.

Soon I will go outside and you will see my eyes and ask me ‘are they not the sky?’ so you will not know where I begin and space ends, though you will recognize our disconnect. And the sea, how could you forget the sea, Elsie? That which I’ve tried to possess so dearly, though I am only some fickle fortune who only has his tea; no burgeoning weight of ecstasy, no happiness not anchored by the tumult of empathy.

Ah! You see? Do you see? What do you see, Elsie?
#4
your lacan is showing. better stick an (m) in front of your 'other' and get that shit straight


but really, I wrote this poem when I was reading foucault and I think you'll like even more now ( https://www.ultimate-guitar.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1592347 ). funny how these old men phrase things. this one was (always) partially about you.
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#6
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マリ「しあわっせはーあるいってこないだーからあるいってゆっくんだねーん 
いっちにっちいっぽみーかでさんぽ
 さーんぽすすんでにっほさっがるー 
じーんせいはっわんつー!ぱんち・・・


"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching