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Love Pyres

"love pyres" after the war romance became compulsory not desultory twin flames lit each other up love pyres ashes falling Psyche rising immaculate immolate in the aftermath falling, silence sings lit within kissed by Eros (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg "Mastermind" / Taylor Swift https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI "Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s "Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen." ("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence) rapture. LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/23/2022 2:10:00 PM

“I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.”

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/23/2022 2:10:00 PM

“This is the air; that is the glorious sun; This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't; And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, Yet 'tis not madness. For though my soul disputes well with my sense, That this may be some error, but no madness, Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance, all discourse, That I am ready to distrust mine eyes And wrangle with my reason that persuades me To any other trust but that I am mad Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so, She could not sway her house, command her followers, Take and give back affairs and their dispatch With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing As I perceive she does” - "....a ravens heart within a dove"

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/23/2022 2:09:00 PM

The Chronicle of Lost Lovers.

Robert Gorelick
Date: 10/24/2022 3:11:00 PM

In the swirling turbulence into which we've been born, it's difficult to sift through the Chaos and arrive at the pure true essences of our exitance. On your POTD/2017

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 10/23/2022 2:51:00 PM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_chronicle_of_lost_lovers_983291

Robert Gorelick

Date: 10/23/2022 1:23:00 PM

Journeys end in lovers meeting—William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/23/2022 2:09:00 PM

"My stars shine darkly over me." "What kind o' man is he? Why, of mankind." Twelfth Night

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/23/2022 2:09:00 PM

“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.”

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/22/2022 3:36:00 PM

“For sensual people, it isn’t the naked body or sex that’s exciting; it’s the anticipation of the unknown.”

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/22/2022 3:36:00 PM

? He's probably been raptured already.