THE REAL IS THE OTHER
How we make a pardon never wanders :
the world is in all things present. The
light is in the Heavenly stars. They
say this reality sings, but I don't know
a thing - and, if I did, what would it say
about that? Nothing much, I'm pretty sure.
What could any of this be? The Real
is in the other? Great moments.
-
The expanse of the world brings forth
a source, things which were not there
before : dead deer and crushed racoons,
carnage along the side of the road. Some
unwitting madman's car tires, pummeling
across the unknown. Even this tiara wilderness
now visits a settled death and brings it forth.
-
The real is in the other - but, having
now passed, and visited, and left,
the world is so much dead as well.
(And little longer with us).
How we make a pardon never wanders :
the world is in all things present. The
light is in the Heavenly stars. They
say this reality sings, but I don't know
a thing - and, if I did, what would it say
about that? Nothing much, I'm pretty sure.
What could any of this be? The Real
is in the other? Great moments.
-
The expanse of the world brings forth
a source, things which were not there
before : dead deer and crushed racoons,
carnage along the side of the road. Some
unwitting madman's car tires, pummeling
across the unknown. Even this tiara wilderness
now visits a settled death and brings it forth.
-
The real is in the other - but, having
now passed, and visited, and left,
the world is so much dead as well.
(And little longer with us).
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