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  • WANDERING ADOLESCENT

     

    I am a cursed, wretched, wandering adolescent, who is daily awakened by the devil's spasmodic habit, by the night of the garabon, - a holy conviction searches among the raging impulses of man. In my haunted eyes the honest thirst of true pearls is oft broken, and strained under the crushing rock-clinches. 

    And if I have become a man, a philosopher, who huddles in his owl-castle-room all day long, hiding his books in his study, the moral, redeeming shelter is ever awake in me: with the flame of humanity I may still be better. Oh, how often my tiger-arms are surprised by the vile doubt that grinds my fat, hollow body. I have become a blind hopelessness, who even now misses the comforting nearness of a mother's bosom as much as an orphan child misses the redeeming cuddle of a baby! 

    I have been a cultural hermit for thirty years, and while I am forced into emigration by the servitude of sneaking, material interests. My vulnerability confounds me many times, and defenceless in an Adam's costume. 

    Would yet bear Calvary's agony with uplifted head, And be rather proudly silent, if some Angelic saint would firmly clasp my Enkidu hands, And guarantee my universal safety. But now I hide myself even more deliberately. If at last the single, tiny star of star-growing Universe could pity me, I could safely entrust my fate to the chambers of bell-ringing hearts.

     - My life is now the death of smouldering embers, and my time of the hangman is running short and fast! In the bold orbits of infinity, Like a desert island in the eyes of others I drift, While in mine I stride towards my own deliberate purpose. With its foam-shadows, as a host and fertile ocean, I shall be accepted and pity'd by the One-False!    
     

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