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-

O'

what of my being

and Soul?

Is it out of

your very own?

That part

of the whole.

The peace

of my internal war.

O'

what tragedy

of the unbeknownst!

O'

what horror

this prolonged wait!

Mine like the

familiarity of yours.

Would you

come to clarity?

Going Places: Something To Tell You (1)

Nottingham Games Malaysia @ Nottingham University &

Nottingham City.

Oscar Wilde: An Extract.

Soul and body, body and soul - how mysterious they were! There was animalism in the soul, and the body has its own moment of spirituality. The senses could refine, and the intellect could degrade. Who could say, where the fleshly impulse ceased, or the physical impulse began? How shallow were the arbitary definitions of ordinary psychologists! And yet how difficult to decide between the claims of the various schools! Was the soul a shadow seated in the house of sin? Or was the body really in the soul, as Giordano Bruno thought? The separation of spirit and matter was a mystery, and the union of spirit and matter was a mystery also.

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde (p. 48)

03/11

Meet me in the gardens of my unconscious.
There, an eternal flame.

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Let it not be seen
by my naked eyes.

Let it linger in
my Soul for however long.

Let it not take
any physical form.

Hush,
no questions asked.

Just let it be, it.

Distant,



But present.

Still Life