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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.

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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Myself Sea Silence
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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Fear Greatness Moments Myself See
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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Fantasy Myself Sing Thinking
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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God Light One Liner Prayer
What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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Fear Feeling Grief Music

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.

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