jueves, 24 de enero de 2008

XXX

For mmmmmmmmm several mmmmmmmm years
I’ve mmmmmmmmmm been
Shouting

In
Silence, mmmmmmm without
Tears, mmmmmmmm without mmmmmm pretentions;

But, mmmmmmmmm it mmmmmmmm seems,
No mmmmmmmm one
Listens,

For
The mmmmmmmm thousand
Faces mmmmmmmm keep mmmmmm moveless,

Blank mmmmmmm as mmmmmmmm their
Incongruent, mmmmm owned,
Play.

My
Voice mmmmmmm continues
Its mmmmmmmm motiveless mmmmm discourse,

As mmmmmmm if mmmmmmmm in
Doing mmmmmm that
Simple

Action,
The mmmmmmm light
Would mmmmm stop mmmm eternally;

But, mmmmm it mmmmmmm is
Not mmmmm so,
Since

It
Is mmmmmm still
Crossing mmmmm that mmmmmm window

Above mmmmmm my mmmmmmm head
And mmmmmmmm my
Bed,

That
Remains mmmmmmm in
Wanting mmmmmm since mmmmmmm famine.

Yet, mmmmmm it’s mmmmmmm not
Reason mmmmmm for
Quietness;

No,
The mmmmmmm movement
Could mmmmmmmm have mmmmm disappeared,

And, mmmmmm also, mmmmmmm the
Thickest mmmmmm of
Blood:

My
Voice mmmmmm keeps
Its mmmmmmm silent mmm discordance.

Have mmmmmm you mmmmmmm ever
Heard mmmmmm morning’s
whisper?

It
Is mmmmmm like
The mmmmm heat’s mmmm sound

When mmmmm it mmm penetrates
The mmmmm ice’s
Skin:

A
Joyful mmmmm clamour
Weeping mm in mmmm mud.

Have mmmm you mmmm ever
Heard mmm tear’s
falling?

It
Iis mmm like
A mmmm crystallize mm wonder

Broken mm by mmmmm the
Same mmm godly
Craftsman

That
built mm its
Surface mmm and mm interiors:

A mmm baby’s m breath
During mmmmm a
Dream.

In
silence, mm there
Is mmm no m hope,

Nor mm desires; mm it
Only mm exists
Forever,

Even
Inside mm the
First mm sea’s mm tide,

Without m
worrying m about
Extinction mm and
Perpetuation:

That’s
Its purpose
And my fail.

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