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So wearied her passing bars,
that her look quite foggy
As if the vicious world had a thousand bars
and there is no world but a thousand bars.
Her soft gait encounters no resistance,
wandering inside the smallest box
is like a dance of strength around the center,
which takes enormous will numb.
Sometimes the pupils lifts veil quietly.
And alien image in August penetrates.
He goes by the concentrated silence of the body
and in my heart silently dies
 
I remember one funeral we had at a convent
bear in mind these nuns haven't left that acre or so since they arrived
and most like like they were about 80
give or take
what haunted me was the attractive young one
about 24
we locked eyes a couple times and my heart ached for her
one two seconds and an eternity
 
outside while the funeral was going on
I was chatting with this black porn star I met
but she was in chicago
and hell how's that gonna look?
 
I did catch myself down the road beating off to internet porn
and sometimes black chciks show up
and damn if it wasn't her
 
later too the nuns sent me a very appreciative thank you card
for a beautiful service
 
The First Elegy



Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic

Orders? And even if one were to suddenly

take me to its heart, I would vanish into its

stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but

the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear,

and we revere it so, because it calmly disdains

to destroy us. Every Angel is terror.

And so I hold myself back and swallow the cry

of a darkened sobbing. Ah, who then can

we make use of? Not Angels: not men,

and the resourceful creatures see clearly

that we are not really at home

in the interpreted world.


Rainer Maria Rilke
 
So wearied her passing bars,
that her look quite foggy
As if the vicious world had a thousand bars
and there is no world but a thousand bars.
Her soft gait encounters no resistance,
wandering inside the smallest box
is like a dance of strength around the center,
which takes enormous will numb.
Sometimes the pupils lifts veil quietly.
And alien image in August penetrates.
He goes by the concentrated silence of the body
and in my heart silently dies
 
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