Thursday, January 28, 2010

710. SIMONIZE SHOES

SIMONIZE SHOES
Walking this hard can kill.
Dreaming, like a sword without a
scabbard, cuts as well - nothing
between the two makes any sense.
I have destroyed my life. I am entered now
in a great unreality - a place where nothing
exists. Callous disregard of the essential
essences would cause anyone to blanch.
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You can ask me anything,
because nothing is. When
Wittgenstein said 'the World is
all that is' he may have (for a moment)
known what he meant to say. But it didn't
last, and the repudiation was sweet.
Now he says nothing, and people
are still agreeing. How strange is
all that? I have no range, nor reach.
I am alone, without arms and legs,
without anything so reasonable
as reason.

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