Time is a lie

sábado, 28 de junio de 2014

I do nothing.
I sing nothing.
I get all and
Let me go down for
Rewrite the torched line.

Time is a lie,
Creativity is a lie,
(influences, traditions, others) roots
are a lie.

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall
not let it.
Always substance and increase
.... the talk of the beginning and the end
.... I see, dance, laugh, sing
.... and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Loafe with me on the grass.

Dialogue in italics 
Shallow blab sprawls on the crowd
and over....
revolving feet.

Time is a lie
of fathomless groans.

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