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| User: | corrach (61842)
if I could find a fuse, those bridges would burn
retired sideshow performer, backdoor articulator, dabbler in enchantments
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| Name: | Owen Craddock |
| Bio: | 
-Owen Craddock-
My soul is perhaps level and good;
but my heart, my crooked blood,
all that gives me pain
that I can't bear upright.
My soul has no garden, has no bed,
it just hangs on my sharp skeleton
with a terrified beating of wings.
My hands too--nothing will come of them.
How stunted they are: Look,
tenaciously they jump about, clammy and hard,
like little toads after a rain.
And the rest of me is
worn out and old and despondent.
Why does God hesitate
to toss it all onto the dungheap?
Is he perhaps angry with me for my countenance
with its sullen mouth?
Yet it was so often ready, deep down,
To become entirely light and clear;
but nothing ever came as close
as the enormous dogs.
And the dogs--they don't have it to give.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Dwarf's Song" |
| Schools: | None listed |
| Friends: | |
| Friend of: | 2: metalheart, spadones |
| Member of: | 1: quaintcrusade |
| Account type: | Early Free User |
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