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No store of cows
22:39
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NO STORE OF COWS
Ask professor nobody,
about the extreme
Whatever else we may be, we are flesh
like a spreading net
Put forth your strength
with thy retainers
consecration departs not from him
No meaning trick
it mocks every insane hope
and enter the earth.
Nor song of praises that is sung
up to the state of being alive
The sacrifice went away from the gods
his dark color and his beauty go not away
I am he who brings from the stronghold
creatures that go on and on the earth
Hurling your swift net
self-deception has armored windows
you shootest arrow
but to answer is only silence
Come like a mighty king
whose wealth had never found out recited laud
it is not enough for us to believe
I am he who smites in the stronghold
we are simple organisms ..
creatures walk among us up and down,
Have you ever kept ..
collapsed repressed mechanisms?
no mental trick
consecration, forsake me not
no
long waves
in which we are entangled
Haunted atmosphere
by a noble and splendid gift
Meetings that are without a center
a hundred times repeated.
they all are breathless,
possessors of wealth
they have no father, they have no children
survey all things
and grow like a white shadow
Something has dissolved
up to the pit.
the delight in sacrifice
a rumor of happiness
and then the horn alone
an amphibious air
grant us clear vision
as a gift
maybe on a rainy day,
of flowing blue,
ascend to the seat of your lord
irrefutable in their silence
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AS MUCH WEALTH AS YOU CAN AFFORD
Bones faces
Old age flakes
Glass storm
Without memories
Meat sheets
Fractured air
Words in dust
Smell bent over us
Men are born from the womb
Desist from their actions
And mind becomes inert
The thousands and hundreds
Are diminished by one
The highest on earth
The treasury of the law
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The margin spread
14:20
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THE MARGIN SPREAD
The solemn sadness
that dwells in all great things
Until fire is put to her heart
and the flame to her flesh
It now lies completely
ringing in the world
The first day a man complete
The second day a man's head
The third day the hair of a man
And he doesn't even
have his shadow anymore
Years of waiting and of watching
Years of danger and distress
Just enough not to be
secretly killed or bought
And so great the host of mourners
Wending to perform the rite
Beings who know their future
Because they have none
Will guide
the leaders of the house
Of the clans and lands
To think to speak
And to act in conformity
You can never start from scratch
You can only change course
Therefore they abdicate
To every sincere belief
and every concern
Sons and fathers
friends and brothers
Shall upon the red field lie
Severed limbs and sacred fragments
Of the initiate duly dressed
Wandering in the depths
of this Distorted causality
that we call reality
By his dearest friends persuaded
He hath played and lost his empire
The walls are used
to this kind of confidences
The metamorphic archive
Of the shadows and movements
<<Speed thee, prince, unto the war!>>
Owning is losing
Monarch’s empire Victor’s glory
All the treasures earth can yield
Righteous bliss and gladness
Harness quick thy milk-white initiates
To thy sounding battle-car
Done the rites to the departed
Done oblations to the dead
That their footsteps made a pathway
In the sad and sacred site
Priests upon the blazing altar
As a pious offering placed
Shall in mutual conflict die,
Kinsmen slain by dearest kinsmen
For thy sons
withhold the throne and kingdom
They are the absorbing madness
of The search for the impossible
through the useless
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