Orpheus said: space was broken oracles
She said I will kill you then space will be nothing but the
nauseated grimace of your face. Space will tear away the frontiers of
day and night. The breathing sigh of death and the maiden. Like a painter
who
has stalked death I came to see you and pull you out of your hole.
No whispered a shade voice shell. - But Art happens where it
happens) How speak this name of desire and intent? How explain the body's
ache and pain?
All these words found fractions by the bed upon waking.
And frontiers where paint and bodies died spent the night
crumbling in his hands, That was how it went in the loneliness driver. No
death instinct could defeat that.
If against space the words of a poet fade then anxiety has
replaced life, and the world should end.
Like a woman's pinched eyes seen on the late night bus, I wait for
each of you to die. As the eyes die, so my love speaks through any death.
Through any life
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