Literature
Rhythmic Perspective Dancing
In that single instant that will always be you,
a thousand lifetimes instantly connect with your deathless eyes.
Dead and born a thousand times over, as past becomes future with an agonizing intensity of flesh and rot, cold from within, freezing and burning my heart, numb it is become, darkened is its inertia suspended in your time, immortal.
doomed to watch, without recourse.
Watching it all slip from hands once more, cruel is the empty self. The heart of mine which imprisons me in between two worlds...
Oh sing unto me of wicked deeds and tragic fate.
What karmic punishment is this?
What crimes of past flesh against flesh, warrants t