28 january 2015
DEATH WAS VERY GENIAL
In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult;
silence was going home.
It was not there
freedom of defense for bread, but
I must pay the price of hunger.
The oblique afterthought
compelled by nocturnal infidelity
picks up the black threads,
minute by minute.
Death was very genial.
Comes silently behind the cacti -
across the intelligent green.
One has to pay for touching greatness.
The thoughts will never go
from the unwinking eyes.
I was listening to the footsteps.
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