Friday, December 6, 2013

4812. THIS CREATED MATTER

THIS CREATED MATTER
There are lies everywhere. The topmost
matter goes back to the bottom : slipstream 
and merchandise, every man wears a brand-new 
suit. Carrying thanks is a heavy burden  -  up and
down, here and there; when will I grow too tired
to speak? Something tells me Death watches here
the gateway. Yes, Death watches the gateway alone.

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