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the psychoanalyst
unknown

he appeared distracted
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during our conversation as if
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he had temporarily taken a detour
 3
into his subconscious and recovered
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something so mad so beautiful so horrendous
 5
that bringing it to the surface
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might simultaneously enlighten
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and destroy the fictions that
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nourished the rest of us.
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© A

24 Mar 08

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yes.
 — amaviena

p.s. consider making the last two lines tighter.
 — amaviena

thanks i ll consider it!
 — unknown

You know there is an interesting term from back in the day, called "Elizabethan Death" which refers to an orgasm. You are speaking of a similar thing at the end of this poem.....not that it is directly sexual, but there is a strong parallel between emotional/cognitive enlightenment and physical ecstacy.....which is actually quite intertwined with death itself....seeing as how any moment of bliss or zen or rapture is really the death of the old self/corporeal self/ attached self/and arguable the spiritual self..........when you reach a summit you are forced to descend. If confused, read John Donne.

You should play with this idea a little with this
 — joshcoops

all transendence involves overcoming a dialectic.

kill expectation

budda neruda
 — unknown

very nourishing
 — unknown

...OM...your
punk buddha.
: )
 — fractalcore

I enjoyed how that form of this piece, how line breaks were used and the decision not to use caps lends powerfully to the sense of a racing mind and the observed becoming the observer.
 — PhynneBelle

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