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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