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MOMENTARY MANIn a way I always liked the idea of you know and basically I'm ready to accept whatever if she only once upon my lifetime well you know the builder said with a frightened lamp in both eyes flashing a special shine
The premises? There was nothing to make fuzz about. And on the milkyways heavy traffic rolled on like never before.
DEEP MYSTERY AGAINActually he was never one of those carrying along the burden of a dark secret.
But here's indeed something ill fitting in, hidden in the origins of car accidents, in the crippled chestnut trees the birds have left behind and in the extensions of the terrible angles concealed in a plethora of alternately forthbreaking roofs; every time the smiling man turns around to watch a separate pedestrian the pure and paranoid dream is instantly restarted in a house apart, and in a closet of radiant isolation and bliss we may hear the angels singing praise of ignorance!
What do babies know of terror? Something. It remains alive in the neighborhood. It may sometimes be revived where evenings rise from a cellar window downwards to some darkness where a murder once took place.
16th SONNET FOR KATIEA sudden absence! Doors were slowly swinging
wide open; still just darkness to be seen,
as in Communion, a silence singing,
here was a place where I had never been
What Nothing all this was, intensely glowing
invisibly as from a hidden prism
for gamma radiation, I was knowing
uncanny forces of some magnetism
Cathedral of the night! No certain measure
can tell us what is guarded here; content
unknown. It's name is Memory, a treasure
like nothing else, Katie; it's Sacrament.
Then back at home. My world had normal size
The Force behind it all remains your eyes.
15th SONNET FOR KATIEI said: "The theologians really know
their topic; are these Masters smart like eighty-
one people quite like you together, so
just do like me and pray and trust them, Katie,
their knowledge adds to a tremendous mass
of safe and very holy gravitation!"
"Oh yes?" said Katie, "What if all that jazz
is very simple at the final station
what do you say? I don't want to be rude
not even really to oppose your mission.
But tacitly this concept may include
an untold Force, huh, that's my faint suspicion,
I mean, that Truth was never too complex
You may say "God"; the real thing still is Sex!"
14th SONNET FOR KATIESee Katie in the shower! And what next,
the murderer, who pulls aside the curtain?
There's something imminent in this context,
it's dark and horrible, that much is certain.
I dream I am a monk, my rather free
and easy task this eerie night observing
the sky, to stay awake and now I see
it gradually happening, unnerving,
to say the least, and still I cannot hear
it happen, there's no scary distant thunder
And still my spine is chilled with ghastly fear:
I see the clouds be slowly ripped asunder.
The veil is rent! Humanity, beware!
It covered: nothing; there is nothing there.
SOMEWHERE TO GOThis TV show, it's all about you
Can we believe it: the chicks in school have recently been watching you. In all probability the wind makes movement in their golden hair, and a not altogether expected turn to religion in their homely essence too; the sentence as such a last resort may be decisive.
But objectively a state of crisis rules the county. The roads are bumping up and down like rumors in this infamous heat, the church towers incessantly exchanging time and space make birds' consistent navigation difficult, and only the barely visible weak current ciphers inserted into the foliages of suburban parks can still reflect developments of trade in southern Europe.
Still there is hope of return and tradition. A trinitarian view of God breaks out of the window crosses and constitutes itself as universal metheorology. Ignorance is raising temples. Unborn children snap their moorings and rush away like roaring blue torpedoes centuries beyond the Ark of Noah.
But what are you really doi
SILENCE OF THE LAMBSSilence of the lambs
In the new moon's crimson shine at noon
During the night following a few silent steps are spoken into the shadows shaping two three grave revelations of a mentally unbalanced lady's black personality as it comes to expression at the gardern borderlines around some private homes, that is, that astralish unlight you may feel like "oooooooh!" in complete denial of any thoroughly obscured figure who thereby emerges in dull mode of expressionist book cover signed Anonymous -93; our identity goes under and away, because this is not me, this, but yes it is. Now, answer me! No, this is not me, but it is the night. Is it you coming, how do you know? You know nothing, but yes you do, in the night, is it you? Uhuh, ok, it's me, but you're the one talking, it's in the night, but are you really there?
It's not me talking, it's the night.
It's not me waiting for you here.
Because it is the night, o yes it is, is it really you approaching? No no no, nobody knows nothing, al
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