first of all,
it was nothing like that.
i had it in mind
you see...
everything is tainted
with a loss of memory
even the letters
transpose themselves under
the amnesiastic activities
of our neural connections
secondly,
it was not the one who drempt
but the one who saw the dream
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Distempered arrangements of the mind
Nowhere to be found
Discontent movements of the soul
The intelligible is not, after all, illuminated
God's given birth signs
to reap and then rebel
Censorious curse dines
On all that is immaterial
Plural
And the one who saw the dream
the examiner, the sharp fingers
or pens, my blurring eyes ink them
the same. All things turning into
examiners, which revision pilings,
the activities within us made massive,
a comic of our hardest thoughts,
the masses, the masses, the masses,
the masses, the masses.
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