
the velvet sunset melts into the horizon,
Dali paints as we carry on with our delusion,
ceaselessly involved in our own duration,
creamy white churches,
ivory castles,
day after day,
we add another brick to our palace of false reality.
–e.l. jayne
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
Love this!
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So pretty!!
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Grazie!!
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I get Saruman Lord of the Rings vibes from this. That we can think we are untouchable in our ivory tower, and that what we are building is good and what our world needs.
Sometimes that’s just simply not true.
Thank you for this beautiful poem. ❤️
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