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43rd chorus
cummings,
I see it now, my man,
I see it;
the beauty behind dis
order dis
array dis away
dat
away
there's always (this place!)
and
th
is
pl
ac
e!
this finely tuned (electric rise
of a begging body's frail-
fuzz to rising epiphany)
weaponry
aimed from.tattoos.to.crayons.at.the.heart
you've chiseled away
their gods their coffin-walls their fixed form attire their machines
they're machines
but-you-and-now-
me;
(here!)
to show them
(my)them.
cummings,
I see it now, my man,
I see it;
the beauty behind dis
order dis
array dis away
dat
away
there's always (this place!)
and
th
is
pl
ac
e!
this finely tuned (electric rise
of a begging body's frail-
fuzz to rising epiphany)
weaponry
aimed from.tattoos.to.crayons.at.the.heart
you've chiseled away
their gods their coffin-walls their fixed form attire their machines
they're machines
but-you-and-now-
me;
(here!)
to show them
(my)them.
Literature
Woodkid - Iron
Woodkid - Iron
Głęboko w toni wód, w martwocie i odrętwieniu,
Gdzie niewinne dusze płoną w potępieniu,
Tysiące mil od domu, idę naprzód sam,
Przemarznięty do szpiku kości, jestem tylko ja,
Żołnierz samozwańczy, nie znam drogi swej,
Topię się panicznie w winie wewnątrz mnie,
Czekam tylko na znak, ręka na piersi drży,
Jestem gotowy na bój, przeznaczenie i łzy.
W mojej głowie dzwoni impet żelaznych nut,
Grom bębnów wojennych zapisuje już,
Rytm ciał upadających, ilość martwych dusz,
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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sometimes I just breath his air.
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