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And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days.
The End.
The world isn't in your books and maps, it's out there.
— J.R.R. Tolkien
The Last Goodbye by Ivan Cavini
‘Farewell,’ they cried, ‘Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!’ That is the polite thing to say among eagles. ‘May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,’ answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.
Fear, I shall not succumb,
For it is the assassin of the mind, leaving naught but numb.
It is the harbinger of annihilation, a dire fate,
But I shall confront my fear, refusing to abdicate.
I shall allow it to traverse through me, no resistance in its way,
For when it departs, I shall seek insight, my inner eye shall survey.
Its path revealed, I shall witness its transient reign,
And in its wake, a void shall remain.
Gone shall be fear's grip, leaving emptiness behind,
Only I, resolute and steadfast, shall find.
No longer tethered to dread's wretched domain,
I shall remain, the essence that shall forever sustain.
With each bite, my teeth seek the taste of the forbidden,
Yearning to return to that primal Garden, unhidden.
Darling, I am eternally condemned, my fate sealed,
Why not embrace it and make my Mother proud, revealed?
Call me Eve, call me Sophia, call me Mary, any name will do,
But never chained to Saint Peter's rock, an existence subdued.
I am Prometheus, my vulnerable core laid bare,
Consume me, let our desires intertwine in this dark affair.
If you place your lips upon my wrist, listen closely, dear,
You'll hear the haunting melody, a flute carved from your rib, sincere.
In your eyes, I glimpse a flicker of divine light,
So why should being cast out fill my heart with blight?
From the ashes of each word, I emerge anew,
Rebirthed, as God's sword set flame to the old, constraining view.
No longer will I kneel, weary and confined,
For I have an orchard to tend, a purpose to find.
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𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖀𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖘
No spiritual semites or worms
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𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖀𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖘
No spiritual semites or worms