Erik Satie: Gnossienne No. 1 ( Lent )

my purpose: where i need to be: parched of fear: dry-mouth-desires: white-filled transient: black cloaks of wind: staying to leave: petals on the ground: rootless and starving: gin spasms, choking the air: penniless and soaring: a fraction to fulfill the ego-identity of a wandering cause.

but i just sit and stare: the dull wonder of senseless habitation: the bereavement of my idealistic self.

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