Celeste in Contemplation

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How to feel absolutely renewed
When transforming from regeneration
Methodically and slowly as it goes
From what happened to a continuous re-event
In this box of instantaneous events
Where past and present compete
Wrapped by a transparent membrane
All is safe

From those who say
You are altered
You look different
Your appearance and personality has changed

So begins the lying to self
Of moral injury
Ethical transgressions
And traumatized
Pounding flashbacks
Lost of trust
And finally resting in a residue of failure

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Photo Cullen Bay Utensils

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I want the direct experience
And devour it in full
And in the presence of my time

I do not want incomprehensible transcendence
Nor do I want the just of divine intervention

I want to profit whilst bathing in enlightenment
Make profit whilst demanding entitlement
Bask in my overwhelming brilliance
And wanting to hammer the life out of itself

Questioning the thing in itself
To employ the utensils of power
To challenge our spectrum
To become limitless

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Photo Java Time

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When flying into Java
You see the passing of time
What was now
What will be now
The transience of change
The possibility of immanence
Soon to be death
Soon to be rebirth
Magnificence and devastation

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Celeste Power in the Attainment

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In this game, it is important to assume many characters
Be malleable
Bend do not break
Disregard your personal virtues and attend to the event at hand
The game
Play to win
Disregard other people's affairs
They will cost you time and reward

To understand other people's motives you must know your own
Be wary or they will gain on  you
Hide your path
Invest in your cunning
Your decency
Your manipulation
Your want to win

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Celeste Sacrificed Self

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The illusion of being deliberate and in control
In disregard of difficult and painful feelings
This habitual self-harm is difficult to stop
I'm overdosed on power and challenge

I am comforted by the covering of evidence
I am the one that got away
The one that sneaked under your radar
And whilst you do not know me
I am powerful
I shine through my self-inflicted damage

Through the cuts and compulsion
The burning and infliction
The scratching and wrenching
I see myself within those that I kill
They do not see themselves in my ascension

And when the act is completed there is a momentary stillness
A silenced and protected space
A place for me
This, in my sense of achievement
My rebirth is in the possibility of next

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