the phoenix

The Phoenix.
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Somewhere between
Symbolism, Realism,
and The Absurd, there
is a Cure..waiting in the
most unlikely of places,
like an Impoverished
Merchant in The Woods.

The Human Heart (itself
a mere symbolism for
what The Realism of
our Head Produces)
shall tremble in Fear
of Itself..as The Abstract
World is rebuilt with
New Relics of Art more
suiting of it's Design.
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Who else grows weary listening
to the bickering of Heaven
and Hell?...Those Olde Maids
who once shared the same
Mansion until Pride got in
the way?..Or sees the Death
and misfortune born of Their
Waste?

Surely I am not alone in my
Cleansing Madness!..An..
Island unto myself as that
Dead Poet once said.

Surely Others can (or Will)
see the Folly..while noticing the
connectedness between all
things though we are indeed
separate.
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It's all Art for Me...Everything.
A Matter of Eternal Recurrence
which involves the reincarnation
of various Key Themes and Features
inherent in every mode of consciousness.

Yesterday an impression was made
that Today consumes and will regurgitate
tomorrow with a slightly different face
and I will be There like a Phoenix,
snorting the ashes of My Destruction..
High on the Life that courses through
me Still.

j.stephen.h.