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Lying like a he is, quite<br />
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<span style="background-color: #7f6000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;">He died on 16/06/2010 .</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">After Frank went home I walked over to the library where I found a table proclaiming that March is American Red Cross Month. Brochures of how GOOD we are, what GOOD people we are helping THE WORLD. I walked up to the table and said to the young man, "MARCH IS AMERICAN INVASION OF IRAQ MONTH!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">We had a debate, a heated back and forth, and a librarian asked him if he was okay. IS HE OKAY? There's something incredibly SINISTER about this country, how we can invade and occupy countries, be responsible for OVER A MILLION people losing their lives, and MILLIONS more suffering the consequences of our greed, yet we manage to make ourselves look like GOOD people who are HERE TO RESUCE THE WORLD.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">HOW DARE WE! It is times LIKE THIS where I understand TRULY UNDERSTAND the MANY </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rAQhwwM0_g/S6BUblCOJcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/C-Vs8cd0KqA/s1600-h/Iraq+War+refugees.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449448381892928962" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rAQhwwM0_g/S6BUblCOJcI/AAAAAAAAA_w/C-Vs8cd0KqA/s320/Iraq+War+refugees.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 217px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 320px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">American Iraq War Vets who come home after their tour of duty in Iraq, LOSE THEIR FUCKING MINDS at shopping malls and movie theaters and restaurants because NO ONE is allowing the truth about who we are and what it is we're doing AND THEN THEY GO to Germany where their base was located, marry German women, and denounce their US citizenship. I understand it COMPLETELY that kind of anger!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">AND THEN OF COURSE THERE ARE THE STUPID GAY PEOPLE who want to repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell so that our military can be a nice cozy PC world of tenderness with machine guns at the ready! My petition, in case you haven't yet seen it, </span><a href="http://invasionanniversary.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">it is here!</span></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">THE WORST THING THOUGH was walking home after the library, and I look up at the massive digital screen on the PECO building many stories above the city and it reads (I'm NOT KIDDING!) MARCH IS AMERICAN RED CROSS MONTH! OH MY GOD, I couldn't believe it!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Yet Botero, by tackling this imagery in a focused and extended series, has demonstrated not only that such things </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">can</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> be represented in art but also that a figurative, cartoonish idiom may be the most powerful means of representing modern atrocity. It's no coincidence that one of the most profound and affecting works of Holocaust literature—Spiegelman's</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Maus</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">—is a comic book. To some viewers, the chubby figures in Botero's paintings may appear ridiculous, grotesque—but so were the monstrous abuses of power to which they testify.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script src="http://scripts.widgethost.com/pax/counter.js?counter=ctr-jymwf2x9oc"></script>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">The </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">12th International Architecture Exhibition</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">, directed by Kazuyo Sejima and titled</span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">People meet in architecture</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">, will run in Venice </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">29th August to 21st November 2010</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">(preview on 26th, 27th and 28th August).<br />
Two major projects will be developed for the 12th Exhibition: the </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Architecture Saturdays</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> (a series of conversations, performances and weekly discussions with architects and critics) and the greater involvement of the </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Universities</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> (educational opportunities for students of Architecture, Engineering, Design, etc.).</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script src="http://scripts.widgethost.com/pax/counter.js?counter=ctr-jymwf2x9oc"></script>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="Não acredito mais nos meus olhos, eu quero ver além de uma paisagem distante tudo se estraga nas influências você não pensa direito quer me dizer o que pensa ser, vamos olhe o céu e me digam imaturidades, eu vou sofrer e não sei rezar e não"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> do not believe my eyes, I want to see beyond a distant landscape spoil all the influences you do not think right you tell me what you think you are, let's look at the sky and tell me immaturity, I will suffer and I do not pray and not </span></span></span></span><span title="vou orar, o novo idioma restringe o pensamento duplo, o dicionário me engana porque visto essa camisa, essa roupa não é o que sou, estou além de qualquer peça do seu vestuário esbelto."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I pray, the new language limits the double-think, the dictionary because fool me wearing this shirt, this outfit is not what I am, I am beyond any part of your clothing slim. </span></span></span></span><span title="E vôo com a sutileza do mar vermelho."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And flying with the subtlety of the Red Sea. </span></span></span></span><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">People rebel bright look the dark and I clearly show that certain points are divisive and not tell your donations on the screen of something evil things someone pitched temper by telling me random parts.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span title=""Poema XIV", de 20 Poemas com Brócoli, dedicado ao Carlinhos:"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Poema XIV'</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title=""Poema XIV", de 20 Poemas com Brócoli, dedicado ao Carlinhos:"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> of 20 poems with Broccoli,</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title=""Poema XIV", de 20 Poemas com Brócoli, dedicado ao Carlinhos:"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title=""Poema XIV", de 20 Poemas com Brócoli, dedicado ao Carlinhos:"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> dedicated to Carlinhos:</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title=""vou moer teu cérebro. vou retalhar tuas"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title=""Poema XIV", de 20 Poemas com Brócoli, dedicado ao Carlinhos:"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title=""vou moer teu cérebro. vou retalhar tuas"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">"I will crush your brain.'ll shred your</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title=""vou moer teu cérebro. vou retalhar tuas"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="coxas imberbes & brancas."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">beardless & white thighs.</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="coxas imberbes & brancas."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="vou dilapidar a riqueza de tua"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">will squander the wealth of your</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="vou dilapidar a riqueza de tua"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="adolescência."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">adolescence. </span></span></span></span><span title="vou queimar teus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I will burn your</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="vou queimar teus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="olhos com ferro em brasa."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">eyes with a hot iron.</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="olhos com ferro em brasa."><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="vou incinerar teu coração de carne &"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">will incinerate your heart of flesh &</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="vou incinerar teu coração de carne &"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="de tuas cinzas vou fabricar a"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">of your ashes will be manufactured</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="de tuas cinzas vou fabricar a"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><span title="substância enlouquecida das"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">substance of crazed</span> </span></span></span><span title="cartas de amor." (20 Poemas com Brócoli, 1981)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">l</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="cartas de amor." (20 Poemas com Brócoli, 1981)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"><span title="As pessoas se rebelam brilhantes olham pro escuro e me mostram claramente que certos pontos são divisórios e não sei dizer tuas dádivas, na tela de algo maléfico alguém armou coisas geniosas perto de me dizer aleatórias vertentes."><span title="cartas de amor." (20 Poemas com Brócoli, 1981)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">ove letters. "(20 Poems with Broccoli, 1981)</span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script src="http://scripts.widgethost.com/pax/counter.js?counter=ctr-jymwf2x9oc"></script>
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<span style="color: #999999;">It was an adventure much could be made of: a walk</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">On the shores of the darkest known river,</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Among the hooded, shoving crowds, by steaming rocks</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">And rows of ruined huts half buried in the muck;</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Then to the great court with its marble yard</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Whose emptiness gave him the creeps, and to sit there</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the sunken silence of the place and speak</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Of what he had lost, what he still possessed of his loss,</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">And, then, pulling out all the stops, describing her eyes,</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Her forehead where the golden light of evening spread,</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">The curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders, everything</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Down to her thighs and calves, letting the words come,</span><br />
</div><span style="color: #999999;">As if lifted from sleep, to drift upstream,</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Against the water's will, where all the condemned</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">And pointless labor, stunned by his voice's cadence,</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #999999;">Would come to a halt, and even the crazed, disheveled</span><br />
</div><span style="color: #999999;">Furies, for the first time, would weep, and the soot-filled</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Air would clear just enough for her, the lost bride,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">To step through the image of herself and be seen in the light.</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">As everyone knows, this was the first great poem,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Which was followed by days of sitting around</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">In the houses of friends, with his head back, his eyes</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Closed, trying to will her return, but finding</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Only himself, again and again, trapped</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">In the chill of his loss, and, finally,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Without a word, taking off to wander the hills</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Outside of town, where he stayed until he had shaken</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">The image of love and put in its place the world</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">As he wished it would be, urging its shape and measure</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Into speech of such newness that the world was swayed,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">And trees suddenly appeared in the bare place</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Where he spoke and lifted their limbs and swept</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">The tender grass with the gowns of their shade,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">And stones, weightless for once, came and set themselves there,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">And small animals lay in the miraculous fields of grain</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">And aisles of corn, and slept. The voice of light</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Had come forth from the body of fire, and each thing</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Rose from its depths and shone as it never had.</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">And that was the second great poem,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Which no one recalls anymore. The third and greatest</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Came into the world as the world, out of the unsayable,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Invisible source of all longing to be; it came</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">As things come that will perish, to be seen or heard</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Awhile, like the coating of frost or the movement</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Of wind, and then no more; it came in the middle of sleep</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Like a door to the infinite, and, circled by flame,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Came again at the moment of waking, and, sometimes,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Remote and small, it came as a vision with trees</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">By a weaving stream, brushing the bank</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">With their violet shade, with somebody’s limbs</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Scattered among the matted, mildewed leaves nearby,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">With his severed head rolling under the waves,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Breaking the shifting columns of light into a swirl</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Of slivers and flecks; it came in a language</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Untouched by pity, in lines, lavish and dark,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Where death is reborn and sent into the world as a gift,</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">So the future, with no voice of its own, nor hope</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999;">Of ever becoming more than it will be, might mourn.</span><br />
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