18 august 2017
Blue Heights
There was an unease in the flock
of lovebirds. The lynx was on
calling again every night.
An execution on a wheel
was a better choice
than to die without speed of kill.
Cannibalism becomes alive
when you start eating live-
words without shedding a dropp of blood.
What was the urgency to invite
Ginsberg on paper? The ink
was still superstitious.
It was invisible.
The destruction of an impregnable.
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