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 "Loneliness radiates and the Absolution, life- death, is unexampled"
Thus…
And in order to "live in loneliness]
As if he were
In the farther desert",
Thus…
And without coin, gold and rubies,
Thus and without a compass or watch,
Thus…
And in primitive nakedness
And saint's purity,
The creature -I sets off
To choose a remote place
Away from corrupt noise and eyes.
"Oh, the rat like and single eyes dedicated to gaze
At your innermost,
Your blood cells,
Your cells,
Your steps
And your top-secret places"
Thus…
The creature -I thinks
Until his loneliness radiates
With pondering light
And poetical ness embers
And flows with relevance fountains
And down pouring of the soul.
I said: He thinks to lock himself strongly
And sinks deep into his loneliness.
And thus…
The creature-I finds his remote place
After an exhausting research.
And whenever he, the homeless, tries to settle,
A music that warns of danger
Pours or egresses from his cell.
And carnations in the geography
Of his place including its brick walls
And ceiling astonishes him.
And also the gulls call his attention
To the incandescence of the sun
In his blood.
And that two fires have passes
While the phoenix is still knocking
At the door of his golden loneliness.
* * *
Thus…
And without…
Love moons
Happen to shine in the precarious
Existence of the creature -me soaring
In the spaces of his loneliness
Illuminated with pondering light,
And in respect of this glow,
His depth kindled with childish joy
That possesses the strength of
First being elements:
Joy in love of creatures and things
Joy, which abolished his wrong belief
That the implements of time had gone
(Its train, horses, ships and kites).
(Leave the creature-me in his loneliness.
Let his virgin senses open.
And don't hasten the end).
Now the creature-I intends to materialize
Fate in order to converse with that,
Who destines him to soar in the space?
Of his loneliness, about:
- Virgin truth
- The meaning of pain
- Loss silver
- Ash of illusion
- Ablution of total melting
- No lustful meeting or death at the end.
I said: He converses away from death claws
That let the creature go to his monastery _his grave.
He is defeated again,
Defeated in the extremity
Of professionalism, suspicion and disdain
Those emit him into the black abyss.
I said: He converses, doesn't he?
No, the creature-I decides to invent,
Or lets say, to think
That some emotions are nothing but the fruit of:
- Feeling of old age
- And eternal childhood
- And Voltaire adolescence
- And immortality that is nobler than
Ginghams, his silly weeping
And his treacherous snake
Which died in survival
In spite of its speckled clothes.
All these emotions very often
Turn the heart into a room
Prepared for any dictator
Armed with nothing but his illusion to live in,
Or a prostitute nobler than napoleon,
But the creature -I warns all
That the most dangerous emotion
Is to perceive undoubtedly
That we met the rear other
In a false time and place.
And when the distances prolong,
Came nearer or break,
The intentions, attempts, losses,
Adventures and supplications become
Capable of interpretation, weeping
Calumny acting, treachery and total melting
Which is "unexampled."
So there maybe love_
- Destructive love.
- Traditional love.
- Love in special methods.
- One-eyed love.
- Hamlet love.
- Mechanical- platonic love.
- Vulgar love.
- Oedipus love.
- Platonic love.
I double our virginity as I double the virginity of Ophelia and Kizar Hantoosh.
- Love … Narcissus love.
- Non-existent love.
One, three and ten-sided love.
Thus…
Without…
The creature-I, intoxicated with
The light of his loneliness,
Now again the music egresses
From his cells
Music … lightning music…
Music… music of fountains…
Funeral music … music… music…
Music for association and fantastic wars.
Music … music… dangerous music…
Music for a world that maybe perished
At the end of the century
And never -created again in six days.
So I shall warn. Warn! Warn!
There is unexampled love
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Unexampled
The Absolute
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O, death! You will die one day
Of your-our grievous truth.
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