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UP THERE WHERE THE MOUNTAINS CAN BREATHE
WHERE THE MEADOW IS THE SPACE BETWEEN
I, THE STAR AND HER, THE COMET,
WE STAND AFAR BECAUSE HELLO
IS NEVER AS BEAUTIFUL WHEN NEAR,
WE STAND AFAR BECAUSE WE ARE
MEASURED BY OCEANS AND NOT STREETS.
THE PROBLEM IS MY BEING
BEING THE GOD OF BOUNDARIES SHE CLAIMS I AM
THE PROBLEM IS HER PRESENCE
PRESENCE WITHIN THE ARMOR OF A MAN,
AND SHE THREATENS MY SENSE OF CHASTITY
AND SHE DECLINES MY WANTING FOR IMPRISONMENT
AND TAKES ME BACK THERE
WHERE
A MAN SINGS A SONG
OF LOVE, VENUS KNOWS
A MAN SINGS A SONG
OF MY DYING IN A MARRIAGE BED

HIEROS GAMOS

So i was at the beach when i wrote this, about a ghost that was not willing to let go of me as a caged bird. The ghost stopped appearing in the form of someone, or some framed character, and ever since, it's been living like a flee in my head, and i assume the act of framing him, setting him up as a controlled being would mean he would not be able to represent anything for me without his frame. I do this to set boundaries for ghosts although no ghost can be framed, so by the act of framing this entity i am giving myself the full allowance to rid myself off of him.