Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Friday, June 20, 2014

Frederico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936)

Casida de la Rosa
 

                    The rose was

                    not looking for the morning:
                    on its branch, almost immortal,
                    it looked for something other.
 
                    The rose was
                    not looking for wisdom, or for shadow:
                    the edge of flesh and dreaming,
                    it looked for something other.
 
                    The rose was
                    not looking for the rose, was
                    unmoving in the heavens:
                    it looked for something other.

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