Away with Words

'We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.' - Nietzsche

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Callous Certainty

I find my love in foreign places:
Frowning trees and drowning faces,
Silent sighs and violent reason,
Thorny truth and newborn treason.

Keep your callous certainty,
Stained beliefs and chained redemption,
Slaving for a grave exemption,
Ever loved but never free.

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