i am desperate for an oracle, and at times like this i hesitate to trust my shaking soul. you are gone even when you're here; you're here even when you're gone. it's maddening. i don't hold it against you and i never will... but i am hard-pressed to find some peace for that piece rattling around in my breast. the one i can't name, the one i can't know, locked away for lifetimes.
i worry about finding you in the next life. i wonder if we will remember eachother. i feel certain i have known you before this and i will again after. the details elude me. i cannot unlock it! i cannot remember! it is driving me mad! i can't quiet this down. you are always with me. even when you're gone. you are here. i want to know more, i want to go deeper, i want- i need to understand! fuck everything else- i dont' care who thinks what- i don't care about the reptilian resentment of the fallen star, it can lie cold. lie forever. lie about everything and peer around corners- go ahead!
o jasper- keep your third eye open, and be looking for me. o jasper, o jack, o spade, o sword- listen for me. i am always speaking to you.
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another of the old poems i found in a notebook.
