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[Revolte]

Contemplation thieves my thought,
forcing me to believe in disbelief
and dreams of love and sex change to ones of fear and death
and somewhere
in Heaven's Mountain
the river runs dry.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I felt there was something a bit glib about the first two lines but after that I quite enjoyed the gnomic quality of it.

[deryk]

Foreseeing loss is a very heavy subject. I think you do it some justice, except for the first line, which ironically seems less contemplative than the rest of the poem.