Monday, July 11, 2016


A man builds a fire in a psychical state.
A past of stone and a future made of wormwood.

A man sees a structure and swoons at its sight.
Such allure cannot tremble.

A man stares all around him.

Mesmerized by the roundness, he loses.

A man squints at the sky
and in his lack of vision is a perfect view.

A man is occupied with the esoteric
and senselessness adorns everything.

A man loses sleep over systems
and he hasn't dreamt in months.

A man lives unbound
and his point is that there is none.

A man lives strictly
and he never moves.

"God was there,"
said a man.

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