at the basement
i live here. two colors of light.
beautiful darkness.
calm coming of dimming
as i sit in the corner
looking for an opening
of my mind. this is it.
this isn't. how about this?
if and if. but what if?
test it with fire.and water.
and let air flow. what happens?
at the basement
i have long lived here.
your children will not see me.
your children's children
will not even remember me.
darkness and light.
silence and so much noise
within the heart of the
philosopher. two colors.
white hair. red blood.
and his skull. the odor
of rotten matter escapes
out of the chimney.
he is burned. he is charred.
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