20 august 2012
STUPIDITY
Today,
go undivine
with me and remain untouched,
in dwindling love of faith.
A forerunner of nothingness
in a theological mess,
breaking the mirrors
in a slaughter house, finding
a god.
Collecting ruins of sounds,
veils, traversing the fecundity
of words, phrases.
Night was encroaching upon.
You hear the destruction of lianas.
Hold your wings
and listen to your blood, threadbare.
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