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镜界 - The Hall of Mirrors
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境界: 千江有水千江月, 万里无云万里天
* The Hall of Mirrors 镜界
i stood.
stunned.
wide open as the sounds washed through me.
the ecstacy.
of energy.
coursing through my veins in waves of light.
i wanted.
to fall.
to simply move to feel more in awe in awe.
i carried.
within me.
the echos from all the concerts ever played.
and they played me, day after day.
and i swam with them in an open sky,
in the hall of mirrors, my drafty hall of mirrors.
i loved, i loved, i yearned, i cried, i died
i lived, i loved, i left, i sighed, i tried
i moved, i grieved, i teased pleased and pleaded
i prayed saved gave took had and utterly destroyed.
and all the while, in my hall of mirrors,
the winds words waves and sounds coursed through me.
my beautiful, empty, aching, hall of mirrors.
* The Price of Freedom
it became a nightmare above all else,
enriched with cinders of an ashen dream.
the power of freedom asks a heavy price:
our intelligence is not all it may seem...
copyright 2006 Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton
Luke K.C. Leighton: author of another book 'DCE/RPC over SMB - Samba and Windows NT domain internals' published by MTP 2000 - a deep poetic analysis in its own field of inquiry
The power of freedom asks a heavy price:
our intelligence is not all it may seem...
The power of freedom depletes, restores, expands or kills
what we don't know from what we know?
what we know from what we don't know?
The power of freedom exhausts our intelligence
The power of love expands ourselves beyond our intelligence
And if the power of our existence dies with our intelligence, what lives then?
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