Friday, July 9, 2010

Creative Sound Blaster X-fi License

Search the outcome of the word

Search the outcome of the word

Search the outcome of the word

power buried in heaps

Debris and mud yelling and screaming

Notes rhythms and sounds

patter that are dispersed in the clearing

property and a caravan goes

Adrift in a sea far

gale and storm.

Move debris plunging look

Search tracks to follow

never traveled along the Via Crucis,

stripping the word

Let the sound of drops falling on the ground

fertilize the world

Under layers of black snow

And maggots swarming

Listen silence

The surprise entry of Death

And the stage lights that

The crowd applauds and the Beautiful lady mercilessly

Sibila and sickle grins

Everything moves slowly

Towards a static entropy

The thermometer indicates the same temperature

Everywhere around

falling of the leaves wilted

The dried roots and trunk bent

Red Rock

Re No more fishing now

And the river flows slowly in the tar

boat slips and sparse muddy

A mouse the notes disappear

No omen

The square is deserted

A battle inflames the horizon

thud of cannon and muskets

Sparks of gunpowder

E smell of sulfur

Weapon the gun!

One, two, three,

Fire!

Dialectic

hermetic hermeneutics of Gadamer

sly lies

Thinking of some other ancient philosopher

And the Buddha made of incense ash and

Piano crumbles

Heaps of other powder

of debris on the debris

And everything is submerged

And the word is lost

No treasure hunt

No outcome of any

If not silence

Other words that come back

entropic

of nowhere.

Everything seems orderly.

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