Δευτέρα, Απριλίου 09, 2012

At 4.48

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Sarah Kane

Psychosis 4.48

At 4.48
  when sanity visits
  for one hour and twelve minutes I am in my right mind.
  When it has passed I shall be gone again,
  a fragmented puppet, a grotesque fool.
  Now I am here I can see myself
  but when I am charmed by vile delusions of happiness,
  the foul magic of this engine of sorcery,
  I cannot touch my essential self.

  Why do you believe then and not now?

  Remember the light and believe the light.
  Nothin matters more.
  Stop judging by appearances and make a right judgment.

- It's all right. You will get better.
- Your disbelief cures nothing.

  Look away from me.
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