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the reality you are only remembering<br />
moment by moment, deluding yourself<br />
with words, lying yourself in words, with<br />
words, without words, verbs freezing<br />
between the parentheses of abstraction,<br />
logics erasing your own reality right in<br />
front of you face, dialectic that drowns<br />
you slowly, effortlessly suffocating you,<br />
letting you breathe your own air, excesses<br />
and reasons, useless heroism and<br />
rapturous weariness, katharsis that isn’t<br />
self-contained, walls tightening around<br />
you in dizzying circles, and all you can do<br />
is to drain yourself among the rigorous<br />
rocks, toward the next circle, chaoses<br />
and worlds perishing after one eye’s bat,<br />
unseen sides of the things, abysses<br />
barely suspected with the inner eyes,<br />
permanently closed drawers, terraces<br />
under the sun and underground caves,<br />
the search for a later support, for a further<br />
support, benchmarks you clumsily stumble<br />
upon, papers with burned edges,<br />
always a new stage, and more, and<br />
more, you think you are a rocket and<br />
you’re nothing but a satellite around a<br />
point, deficient lung, pandemonia of<br />
dreams, pandemonia of desire, doors<br />
that will never open for you, doors you<br />
will never know about, miraculous guides<br />
and unique places, virtual paradises, hallways<br />
you could walk on forever, chaos of<br />
the primality of unspeakable words, of<br />
unthinkable words, edges meeting each<br />
other somewhere at the end, margins<br />
you are slipping on when without even<br />
realizing it, smells of subterranean herbs,<br />
the ether in a vial, trees in an outer<br />
scenery, Dionysian music harassing you,<br />
muses stalking you everywhere, lent<br />
Orphei on the lakeshore, falsified Gods<br />
who don't believe in themselves anymore,<br />
time elevating you and crushing<br />
you afterwards, Minotaurs and the eternal<br />
labourers of the alternative infernos,<br />
everything and nothing, now and never,<br />
here and nowhere, nomadism pushed to<br />
the paper’s limits of endurance, freedom<br />
that never let you stop, never let you put<br />
an end to it, never…<br />
We offer the chance of the un-failures. we<br />
actively join in the creation of the contexts<br />
allowing us to take action and to<br />
take part. the public sphere issues the<br />
necessary key factors for this process all<br />
we need now is the wish.<br />
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