The Daily Dread
Yesterday
some barely conscious
of IRL surroundings
subsumed all day while
partaking of violent games
ingesting haughty delights
Open eyes receive
Open ears and minds absorb
Harvest stimuli
I met the new moon
Just the same as the old moon
Shadow creep display
In new moon dreaming
I harvest my conscious thoughts
Til sunrise bird song
Phrazez that Payzez
Anguished product of my own individuation.
Via Very Bad Wizards
Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher
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