| Angelic Greetings |
[May. 19th, 2013|02:34 am] |
I hang nobly on the wall
and look at none
I am from heaven sent
I am an angel-man.
The man in this room is good
but I'm not interested in him
I am the supreme protector
and do not need a face.
In my heart is the city
to which God sent me.
The angel of this sign
has not been ensnared
My wing is ready to fly
I would rather turn back
For had I stayed mortal time
I would have had little luck.
My eyes are full and dark
my view is never empty
I know what I should say
and still do so much more.
I am an unsymbolic thing
which means I am what I am
you turn in vain the magic ring
I make no sense.
Gerhard Scholem |
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[May. 19th, 2013|09:33 pm] |
сегодня весь день во мне сидела какая-то сущность.
можно было сказать ей слово, а она давала строчку. говёную, впрочем, но зато без сбоев.
когда я зафиксировал факт её присутствия она застучала маленькими паучьими лапками и спряталась.
в общении с сущностями нужны хитрость и умственная дисциплина. как с тамагочи. |
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