Belief
My Most Precious Dear -
I know not any longer what trickery this be.
It is such, that by the will of the playful ones, I was shown such beauty in the death of my hope, in the candlelights of the glimmering forest
and that I was ripped from it, in its embodiment oh how delicate.
And as the beast within me bounded forth at its cage, as it drove me to tear myself away I was shown grace, and the cages themselves became nothing.
And Beauty was for me, and I weeped in joyous being.
And so I spoke within, that such shall I give myself to, such shall I trust.
And the laughter of the playful ones resounded forth in the being-world. And beauty willed itself a cage.
As as I feared this beauty, this beauty fears now me.
As I was once foolish, so does beauty, in its wisdom, bar itself from me.
And the laughing ones unveil the pain that, as I once slipped upon others, is now destined upon me.
My darling, what am I to feel?
I am lost, I am weakened, and I long for only you.
Oh providence, thou art the damned and the pitiful. And I am at your mercy.
Save me.
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