| The things that have no words Surrounded by sadness That kind of sadness Penetrating in their silence Tears becoming cubes of light The cubes of things wonder On their situation of their becoming Being involved in a movement Apparently anarchic Needing a priori cognoscible Synthetic truths And empirical postulates On the shape of inner dislocation Their shear looping in unstable equilibrium Needing a stable equilibrium Being offered as emblematic symbols Of the diminishing boundary Between real and unreal Those things withdrawing themselves Becoming slowly Memories |
Feb 26, 2011
Between real and unreal
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