to Hear
I give you the last: Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Rsd öffnen Rosetta
A glass box of 7 walls, bottomless
A mirror.
Hope Wood, steel
Forgiveness. Te regalo
rolls in the air: clouds Cart
undirected Ni
oil;
See how it sounds.
gift to you because you no way.
(I give you my body make-believe)
My last gift is the first of a future life in which I do not think. Te regalo
strings: Fiesta mooring
A spider web of envy
I give you this silent understanding
This suicide of cotton and waiting room. I'll give it
stellar and galactic:
A saucer of milk every night when I remember
The promise of powder between the pages
A Cry in hiding in the wood of the door of your room. That
sleep there, yet. Let
all, do not give nothing.
Or rather I give you nothing,
That is what remains,
You,
That is what is left.
Because yes, air, because.
Because I am the last of the debts paid off:
You already went last and first of all that the explosion announced
And now the case.
you gift.
Nothing.
Entropy.
Zero.
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