Monday, November 24, 2008
Disconnection Of Internet Service Letter
The poem at the service of building a world.
The intention was a collection of poems, whose name was never stable, but yes, it was clear that it would be a triptych, I'm obsessed with geometric texts.
Each section has already been defined:
-Looking New
-Cry-Town Death and Universe
And nothing. Not yet what happened to clean. Neither review. Neither term.
Here are three examples.
How Long Will It Take For My Home Brew To Clear
1:
be possible
first meeting and as always with a certain mechanism
we return to the true sign
that it has nothing to do with forms
borders out of the world we
although the body still in it
and without time and space in memory
the city will do little
death is not the problem
begin to be afraid
ash, tiny invisible thing I remember
lost time.
The most dignified grandeur
time is reduced to zero ash
transformed into something invisible.
I close my eyes in this city memorial
discover a common man I spoke
non-time and what is it? Close
asked
mind give me instantly.
city land space clocks mirrors
opens
implodes and while we eat.
The jaws the illusion
stand rest on our
will confuse us:
now believe
in old age and death in the rush
and distances
border
on the clock that has no face but has voice.
impossible Impossible
world without man
while honoring honoring honoring the body
fear.
But if you look closely
time is reduced to zero ash
transformed into something invisible.
I close my eyes in this city memorial
discover a common man I spoke
non-time and what is it? Close
asked
mind give me instantly.
city land space clocks mirrors
opens
implodes and while we eat.
The jaws the illusion
stand rest on our
will confuse us:
now believe
in old age and death in the rush
and distances
border
on the clock that has no face but has voice.
impossible Impossible
world without man
while honoring honoring honoring the body
fear.
But if you look closely
...
to do just close your eyes for a while
...
to do just close your eyes for a while
...
be possible
first meeting and as always with a certain mechanism
we return to the true sign
that it has nothing to do with forms
borders out of the world we
although the body still in it
and without time and space in memory
the city will do little
death is not the problem
begin to be afraid
ash, tiny invisible thing I remember
lost time.
Male Brazilian Wax Nudityclips
2 :
you breathe at night looking
image of hope.
breathing
brightness light box
disturbing body
----- simile of another kingdom
---------- another order.
dreamless
I was sometimes out of breath sometimes
without enigma
quiet night and burned in his match
invisible. Allowable
the memory maze
----- all this meant nothing but what
which means the sign of the night
----- the oxygen
--- ------- what this kingdom.
I looked at you, I know this plane
and its laws
stolid -----
laws was not the sign that was always
.
more
not recognize it despite the suspicion
----- that shadow immanent
---------- shadow in a world of light without bodies.
you breathe at night looking
image of hope.
breathing
brightness light box
disturbing body
----- simile of another kingdom
---------- another order.
dreamless
I was sometimes out of breath sometimes
without enigma
quiet night and burned in his match
invisible. Allowable
the memory maze
----- all this meant nothing but what
which means the sign of the night
----- the oxygen
--- ------- what this kingdom.
I looked at you, I know this plane
and its laws
stolid -----
laws was not the sign that was always
.
more
not recognize it despite the suspicion
----- that shadow immanent
---------- shadow in a world of light without bodies.
Arcade Movie Acer Para Que Sirve
3:
As always, I stand in your mouth. There
palmistry
lip reading even if there is yours:
target that at least clarifies
me what am I for a moment. Moment of revelation
humid light and dark.
I'm with you in pink
meeting flavors. We form an equation
unique, unrepeatable
alongside other
from other places, other times.
I meet you in our own light
light that isolates us and returns us to the world.
And we want.
And we are never alone.
As always, I stand in your mouth. There
palmistry
lip reading even if there is yours:
target that at least clarifies
me what am I for a moment. Moment of revelation
humid light and dark.
I'm with you in pink
meeting flavors. We form an equation
unique, unrepeatable
alongside other
from other places, other times.
I meet you in our own light
light that isolates us and returns us to the world.
And we want.
And we are never alone.
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