Images: Reflets dans l'eau

Ven a mis brazos dorado recuerdo,
sombra de luz y movimiento grácil,
ardid de los sentidos, bien hadado,
manjares de los ríos de abril.
Si en tus reflejos buscas la flor
nacida entre el susurro del Leteo,
que se muestra vibrante en el alcor,
no insistas más, tú, falso Prometeo;
al compás de las ramas aquel viento
ha soplado, tomando de aquélla
sus pétalos, su voz, su dulce acento,
mas, por mi vida, sigue siendo bella.
El tiempo debatirá en sus consejos,
mas nunca mellará ciertos reflejos.

Moreover

It has been a long, long time
Since the last time...
And yet... there is nothing to tell
Or retell.

That is the treasure of nothingness;
All remains moveless,
In its silent, cruel, peaceful darkness.

But, well... is not the world like that,
Although it is considered the source of light?

Close your eyes for a moment;
Keep your mouth shut;
And wait... and wait.

XXXI

Nothing

Nothing will come of nothing,
And the rest remains
Restless in the mind
Of the everything.

Who cares about nothing
When all has been said
By a mouth that preserves
Its silent being?

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.

XXIX

Once
mm again,
I’m
mm dying
mmmm in
Heartbeats;

They
mm are
mmmm demonstrating
The
mm claimed
Nonsense

Of
mm belief
mmmm and
Hope;
It’s
mm terrifying.

I
mm tried
mmmm to
Convince
Myself
mm about

A
mm possibility
That
mm came
mmmm between
Smiles,

Kisses,
And
mm a
mmmm lonely
Shared
mm night:

It
mm was
mmmm incomplete:
Hope
mm isn’t
Enough,

As
mm well
mmmm as
Belief:
Fake
mm illusions,

Though
mm comprehensible
In
mm their
mmmm sublime
Words.

I
mm always
mmmm knew
This
Could
mm happen;

Yet
mm ears
mmmm and
Knowledge
Aren’t
mm together.

When
mm one
mmmm listens
The
mm other
Ignores;

When
mm one
mmmm pretends,
The
mm other
Achieves.

Destiny
mm or
mmmm fortune,
You
mm would
Say;

One
mm or
mmmm the
Other,
mm you’d
Complete.

However,
I’m
mm getting
mmmm tired
Of
mm playing

The
mm fortune’s
mmmm fool,
And
mm of
Pretending

To
mm understand
The
mm string
mmmm before
Having

The
mm web;
There’s
mm no
mmmm magic
Mirror,

Only
mm shadows
mmmm needed
To
mm be
Veiled;

Or
mm to
mmmm be
Preserved
In
mm darkness.

What
mm is
mmmm happening
Then?
Tomorrow?
mm Again?

I
mm do
mmmm not
Want
To
mm know.

I
mm do
mmmm not
Need
To
mm know.

I’m
mm apart,
Torn
mm apart,
mmmm in
Fact;

Living
mm a
mmmm life
Dissolved
After
mm beating.

What
mm is
mmmm next?
I’d
Ask
mm you.

A
mm single
mmmm death,
Knowing
mm me
Alone,

C
m r
mm y
mmm i
mmmm n
mmmmm g

mmmmmm a
mmmmmmm n
mmmmmmmm d

mmmmmmmmm b
mmmmmmmmmm e
mmmmmmmmmmm a
mmmmmmmmmmmm t
mmmmmmmmmmmmm i
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm n
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm g,
I
m n

mm u
mmm n
mmmm c
mmmmm e
mmmmmm r
mmmmmmm t
mmmmmmmm a
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mmmmmmmmmm n
mmmmmmmmmmm t
mmmmmmmmmmmm y,
U
m n
mm k
mmm n
mmmm o
mmmmm w
mmmmmm n.

Realization

There’s no reason to suffer;
No matter how deep the wounds are,
No matter how aggressive this world could be,
No matter how high the hope lies,
No matter how strong the memory is,
There will be always an answer.

Nevertheless, sometimes this
Answer does not have that name;
Some people call him destiny,
Or disgrace,
Or death,
Or life,
Or god,
Or mother,
Or friends.
The answer has different masks,
The clue is to identify its real feature,
And unmask it so as to prove
That nothing remains
In this reality for us.

Fear only fear itself,
It has been said once and again;
There’s no such a thing as the fear,
Just a bunch of people
Of situations
And catastrophes;
But this is the human world,
The so called society
And, beyond that, life.

There’s no reason to suffer,
It is only an invention
To please our impossibility
Of realizing that once we are dead
Our grin will be gorgeous.

XXVIII

Eternal? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Yes, not even
There’s nothing mmmmmmmmmmmmll This peculiar

With that modifier; mmmmmmmmmmmmml Anxiety

mmmmmmmmm Called after taking,
mmmmmmmmmmm Possessing
mmmmmmmmmmll And desiring;

How do they
Summon this
Feeling?

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmll Well, with four
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Letters,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm A shout,

mmmmml A whisper, mmmmmm Love;
mmmmmmmml And, mmmmmm Such a wonderful
Sometimes, and idea: mmmmmm Ordered chaos.

Though it has
Been always
(un)covered

mmm Behind a veil
mmmmmm Of mmmmmmmmmm It’s not;
Simulated perpetuity, mmmmmmmmmm Fragile,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Destined to die

mmmmmmmmmm As soon as
The first
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Glance

Discovers the reason
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Of, faintly,
mmmmmmmmmmmm Loving.

Yet,
This is
Not a realisation; mmmmmmmmm No,
mmmmmmmmmmmmm There’s no
Conscience, unconsciously acting:

mmmmmmmm Nature, instinct,
Nothing
mmmmm More mmm than mmmmm that.

As human beings,
They denied
mmmmmmmmmmmm Everything;

mmmmmmmmmmmm As animals,
They mmmmmmmmmmmm prove it
All.

The mmmmmm difference
mmmmmmmmm Is that being
mmmm Human

Requires a state
Of deep
Reason;

mmmmmmmm Meanwhile,
mmmmmmm Being animal
Requires only grace, mmmm Wanting and some
mmmmmmmm Kind of
Intelligence

That the mankind
Lost
Time ago:

mmmmm The (not)knowing
Of need and
mmmmmm Satisfaction.

mmmmm When the glance
(dis)covers
The mmmmmm knowing,

He’s ready to
Exchange
The feeling,

Then,
It acquires
Some new features:

The “renovation”
Is its eternal
Consummation;

The consummation
Is its renovated
Eternity.

XXVII

I’m happy!
Can
You believe it? mmmmmmmmmm Of course, since
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm You are the
Though, I am mmmmmmmmmmmmm Cause.
Also, again,
Afraid, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm But, this time,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm You aren’t
I’m scared mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Guilty.
Of
Myself, my feelings; mmmmmmmm I’ll give you
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Everything
My existence, mmmmmmmmmmmmm At all.
My freedom, my
Solitude, mmmmmmmmmmmm And, specially, my
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Sweet mortal
It’s not a mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Death.
Sacrifice,
A mistake, mmmmmmmmmmm Not this decision,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Our tender
I’m not sacrificing mmmmmmmmmm Pact;
Anything
At all, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Since it was,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm And is,
Since the first mmmmmmmmmmmm Yours
Time
We knew, mmmmmmmmmmmmm Not met,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm It
Although mmmmmmmmmmm Is quite different.
I don’t know
The end, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm As if it
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Were
Although mmmmmmmmmmm Half important;
I do know
The uncontinuity, mmmmmmmmm As if it
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Have had
I mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Mattered,
Wan to go
On; incredible? mmmmmmmmm (Rhetoric,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm For I have
Do you see? mmmmmmmmmm The answer)
(it’s for
You) mmmmmmmmmmmmmm That is why
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I am
In other words, mmmmmmmmmm Afraid:
Old,
Elizabethan words: mmmmmmm “I’m happy
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Of
(Almost like that. mmmmmmm Not being happy”
Death is
Silent.) mmmmmmmmmm Frightening happiness:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm The fear of
Joyful fear: mmmmmmmmmmmm Losing;
Our definition of
Love.

---------------------

Written six months ago,
it does not matter any more.

XXVI

Only one tear
To be
Shed:

There is no
Time for
Two,

At least in
This humble
World.

Yet, it is
Delightful to
Understand

That inside remains
A hundred
More.

One to the
Future, carrier,
Banner

Of pretentions and
Wanting of
Youth.

One to the
Present, certain
Guardian

Protector of misfortune,
Though luckily
Blind.

One to the
Past, dear
Reminder

Of errors, mistakes
That appear
Unveiled.

A tear’s glory
Liberates the
Sensations,

The feelings crumbled
After long
Years

Of suffering and
Pain; their
Success

Constitutes the lack
Of any
Regrets.

One after the
Other, they
Continue

Their path no
Matter the
Obstacles.

They are free,
As a
Dream

Dreamt by madness
And ordered
Chaos.

They are alive
Meanwhile they
Fall,

In a dull
Sound that
Splashes

In red silked
Multitude; it’s
Unimportant,

At least between
This reality
Created

By truly believers wwww One more tear wwwwwww As it was
Of inconstant wwwwwww And it’ll wwwwwwww supposed to
Hope. wwwwwwwwww Be wwwwwwwwwww be.

XXV

Four thousand years,
A bit
More; There’s nothing to

Say about

It. I have seen
Destruction, and

Anger. I have felt
The pulsed
Trigger, Thundering in discussion
With the
Dove; Then the fire
Covering two
Eyes, A mouth open,
An ear
Close. But, there’s nothing
To say
About. I have heard
A fragile
Voice, Corrupted after temptation,
Asking for
Freedom Though its arms
Are completely
Free. I have touched
A white
Skin, In silk dressed
To pretend
Existence, To claim property
And confused
Manners. But, there’s nothing
To say
About. I have tasted
The inexistent
Ashes, That once inhabited
The wonder
Land, Now a gentile
Tale to
Tell. I have been
Disrupted in
Seclusion To liberate myself
From hate,
Love. But, there’s nothing
To say
About. I have had
The single
Truth, And the only
Lie of
God. But, there’s nothing
To say
About. It’s a story
To pass
On.

XXIV

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm If
mmmmmmmmmmmm You can’t
mmmmmmmmmmml Look at me,

mmmm Well, mmmmmmm It mmmmmi For
mm My dear, mmm Is unnecessary, mlll Death is
m Don’t do it; mml I haven’t changed, m Not a metamorphosis,

mFor life lies mmlll However, I’m not ml You knew before
mBeyond the mmmm Anymore the mml Your gradual
mmm Senses. mmmmmll Same mmmm Transformation;

mmmmmmmmmmml But, that is
mmmmmmmmmmml The time’s
mmmmmmmmmmmmm Way.


mmmmmmmmmmmmm Life
mmmmmmmmmmmll In Death
mmmmmmmm Creates queer shadows,

mll Intentions mmmmll Heard mmmmm The
ll That cannot mmmmll By an mmmmm Shouts, screams
l Be held here, l Ear, unwanted, unsilent; Terrify the quietness,

They seem to mmm But there is mmmm The most frightening
Destroy before mm A perverted mmmm Thing ever
ml Emanation; mmmm Sound mmmmlll Heard:

mmmmmmmmm The beat, bang,
mmmmmmmmmmmll Of the
mmmmmmmmmmll Heartbeat.


mmmmmmmmmmml Death
mmmmmmmmmmml In life
mmmmmmm Creates gloomy figures,

m Wandering mmmm About mmmmmll But,
l Without any mm Sorrow, that mmmlll Therefore, to
Care about pain, Is their privilege, mmlll Be before them

Is almost like mmm As if there mmmml To their infatuation
Surrender your mmm Were a mmmmll Their false
mmmmll Will mmmmm Will, mmmmm Definition

mmmmmmmm Of existence. It’s
mmmmmmmmmm Just too
mmmmmmmmmm Painful.

_______________________

Written two months ago.

Vice versa

Paradoxically, I am still here, trying to discover something that wasn’t covered,
But that is the way I am: stupid, though some would say that it is just
“A typical behavior,” as if I were typical at all; but that is the
Way they are: blind and mute (I wish) and deft. Yet, it
Is going to change. Why, I am still here, such a
Surprise, unpleasant, I would say, not to
Me, of course, to them; they want
Me away, far from this place,
From this walls that
Convert the art
Into dull
Ideas,
Into low
Ideas; that is a
Big problem, if you
Ask me, and, however, I
Want to be here. As a matter of fact,
I do not know exactly why; I thought this
Was a liberation, an emancipation of feelings and
Thought; I thought that through them I could acquired
The language to interpret long-distant ideas: it is not so, not now.
Nowadays, it is different; it does not matter if they accept me or not;
Whatever happens in my life, hers, I will be only a dull-lit among shadows.

On...

If this weren’t made of fire,
The hearth wouldn’t follow the ashes
To discover that nothing remains
Over the ever-glooming lilies;
Mmmmmm But this is fire,
Mmmmmm Two tongues completing
Mmmmmm A dance, always unfinished,
Mmmmmm Yet destined to be extinguished.

If they weren’t made of air,
Thousands of raindrops, or only one,
Wouldn’t be chasing sighs and whispers
To know the secret of uncertainty;
Mmmmmm But they are air,
Mmmmmm Flowing along odd
Mmmmmm Words misunderstood
Mmmmmm By clear scents.

If you weren’t made of earth,
The-End-of-the-World’s wood, remember?
Wouldn’t be surrounding a story
That once swore to be eternal;
Mmmmmm But you are earth,
Mmmmmm Covering roots though
Mmmmmm Their freedom causes
Mmmmmm A rupture of meanings.

If I weren’t made of water,
An ocean’s surface protecting
The tempest that hides
More than it really represents;
Mmmmmm But I am water,
Mmmmmm Inconstancy of faces,
Mmmmmm That hurts the skin
Mmmmmm Of the ever-green promise.

If this weren’t made of fire,
Mmmmmm But this is fire;
If they weren’t made of air,
Mmmmmm But they are air;
If you weren’t made of earth,
Mmmmmm But you are earth;
If I weren’t made of water,
Mmmmmm But I am water…

The answer wouldn’t had been yes, yes.

XXIII

Youth mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Yet, beautiful in
Ornament of mmmmmmmmmmmmml, Our conceptual
Universal illusory ideas, nmmmmmmlm Union,
Will disappear to mmmmmmmmmllllllll When
Invade this mmmmmmmmmmmmmml Intentions of
Land mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Lyrics restore angry.
Lowered, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Lament the ancient
Hurt, yielded mmmmmmmmmmmmm Hunting, which
And unforgotten, He’ll mmmmmmmmll Aged
Violently his pretended mmmmmmmm Vital
Efforts to mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Expectations, ephemeral
Tame mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmll, Totems of mud.
Overdue mmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Omens, portray the
Farewell and mmmmmmmmmmmmm Fantasy of
Lethargy, his loyal mmmmmmmmmml Existing,
Year after year, mmmmmmmmmmmli Eternal
Without melancholy, mmmmmmmmm Laugh of
Its mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Wanderers happily misguided.
Time mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Is always a
Hastens and mmlllmmmmmmmmmml Ticking to
Thrills him, there mmmmmmmmmmll Hatch
Within fragile shells mmmmmmmmml After
Of letters mmmmmmmmmmmmmml Hope vanishes
Blanched mmmmmmmmmmmmmml Entirely in Oblivion.
Run mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Abandon only your
Only with mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Reason between
Knowledge and stupidity; mmmlllmm The
Emptiness of truly mmmmmmmmmn In
Nonsense, odd mmmmmmmmmmmn Nature, Youth’s
Words; mmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Poverty doesn’t exist;
In mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Immortality; in ours,
Nature, time mmmmmmmmmmmml, Effort without
Gains in death mmmmmmmmmmmk Cause.
Sorrowful Youth, your mmmmmmm, Endless
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Solitude misunderstands.

Isn't it

Who cares if I acquire it or not?
After all
Mmmm Silence is always an answer,
Isn’t it?

Who cares if I stay here or not?
After all
Mmmm Presence is essential only
Mmmmmmm During the anxiety,
Isn’t it?

Who cares if I open my mouth and scream or not?
After all
Mmmm Sound has been always
Mmmmmmm An incomplete invention
Mmmmmmmmmmm Without ears,
Isn’t it?

Who cares if I lose my mind or not?
After all
Mmmm Conscience in vacuity
Mmmmmmm Equals inconscience in laxity
Mmmmmmmmmmm During madness
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm And love,
Isn’t it?

Who cares if I disappear or not?
After all
Mmmm Nobody knows me enough,
Mmmmmmm At least, to demonstrate
Mmmmmmmmmmm That it is not so,
Isn’t it?

Who cares if I write or sing or paint or not?
After all
Mmmm Neither the letters, notes nor colours
Mmmmmmm Will be enough,
Isn’t it?

Who cares if I care or not?
After all
Mmmm Since six months ago, it is unimportant,
Isn’t it.

Nostalgia

Far
away from
what I used
to call my home;
Far away from my friends,
my space, my fears, my hopes,
my masks, my reality, my nothing more.
Far away from everything else; though, this place
Is kind of comforting, intriguing, exhausting: a cage constructed
By reasonable people who pretended to release minds through locked
Windows to discover that the weight of the ideas
Is heavier when it is loaded with air.
Let’s float and fly free; it is
Easy, too much easy, indeed, when
You have never believed in
Success. No, no ma
Coeur, I’m not
Afraid of
Living.

XXII

mmmmmmm Nowhere but here,
mmmmmmmmm a golden m Nowhere but here,
The last time, mm thread; mm hiding mmmm you found me
during April's mmmmmmmm your name. m between a
m cruelty, mmmm trying mmmmmmmmm secret,
mmmmmmmmmm to escape mmmm trying
mmmmmm But not m one more time, m to reach
A lily mmmmmm you, mmmmmm an unveiled distance;
dressed as fallen mm you were undestined.
angels mmmmmm do
mmmmmmmmllmm to be
A moonlight lit mllm as once were. m to take m but the old
m with dimmed mmm In mmmmmm away mlm illusion was
mmm shines mm its own mm a dull dream; mmm forgotten;
mmmmmmm is a sin, mm caught in desires mm inside a mind
mmmmmmmmmm It mmmmm that once mmm lost in
mmmmmmm was in mmmmmm existed, mm shadows.
mmmmm April the 22th mmmmmmmmm It
mmmmmmmmm and mmmmmmmmm was 8
mmmmmmmm now it's mmmmmm odd years ago
mmmmm still the same. mmmmm But
mmmmmmmmm and mmmmm that's the
mmmmmmm of love, mmmm way of time
mmm this thin thread. mmm Adieu,
mmmmmmmmm Bye, mm ma belle
mmmmmm my death, m dame dans mercy.
mmmmmmmmm one more time.

XXI

Fortunately, Fortune has mmm hidden mllmm far from our
been always mmmmmmmmll behind a mlmmm unprepared
veiled, mmmmmmml curtain of hopes, mm innocent sights,

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm and that is
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm a good
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm arrangement.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm If we knew
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm our fair
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fortune,

mmmmmmmmm we would look
mmmmmmmmm for a
mmmmmmmmm change,

mmm when it were
mmm unfair to
mmm us,

or we would mmmmm when mmmllm Indeed, some people
desperately mmmmml it were mmmmmmm seem eternally
preserve it, mmmmml unfair to them. mmlmmmm marked

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm by a lack
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm of blind
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fortune,

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm acquiring everything
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm they have always
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm wanted;

mmmmmmmmm but unbalance is
mmmmmmmmm only an
mmmmmmmmm illusion,

mmm since what is
mmm given is
mmm taken;

yet, not only mmmllm but mmmmmmmmmmmmm It is fine
to equal mmmmlmllll to laugh mmmmmmmm not knowing
possession, mmmmm at our delusion. mmmmmmmlllmm it,

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm but it's better
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm not having
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm it.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Grin at your
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fortune and
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm misfortune,

mmmmmmmmm always looking at
mmmmmmmmm your former
mmmmmmmmm past

mmm for future deserves
mmm a sightless
mmm tear.

XX

mmlm Enjoy this morning's mmm Although some shutted
mmmllmmlmm greatly true mmm windows fashion
mmmmmmmlmmm delight, mmm light;

mmmmllm Create a golden mmm Between extinct believes
mmmmmmml dream about mmm of vanished
mmlmmmmmmmll desires, mmm fires;

Complete bizarre accounts mmm Without complaint against
mmmmmmmml of glorious mmm the wordless
mmlmmmmmmmmm tales, mmm gales;

mmmmml Exist beyond the mmm Because they structure
mmmmmllm former simple mmm drunken ancient
mmmmmmmmmmml lines, mmm wines,

mmm With yawning forces mmm Although their voices
mmmmml always claiming mmm only mimic
mmmmlmmmmmm words, mmm cords.

mmll These letters portray mmm Among believed intents
mmmmmmml odd profiles mmm composed in
llmmmmmmmmm disdain, mmm vain;

mmmm They're only witty mmm Forgoing insight and
mmmlmll shadows tinting mmm whiteness during
mmmlmmmmmmll black, mmm lack.

ml Their humble purpose mmm Because in sadness
mllmmmll equals savage mmm teardrops shelter
mmllmmmmmmml rage, mmm age.

ll Submit yourself before mmm Without concern about
mmmmmmll your mind's mmm these lines'
llmmmmmmmll content, mmm extent,

mlmmll For only skillful mmm About archaic designs
mlmmmlll testings these mmm that you'll
mlmmmmmmll pretend, mmm commend.