Maybe this way of living
consists of dressing up as a weather vane and turning
according to the wind
and celebrating the triumph
of strategies over the expiration
of feeling
and to crown the most resplendent peaks
where the eagle
is an expert in mountaineering
and to speculate with honor
as the most just cause s precious
of the best cynicism...
Calm down, heart, calm down, heart, you know well
that the only reason I still assume
is the inappropriate unreason
of love and love and love...
and only love,
the rest is smoke.
Let them invade
the voids left by the holy men
worried that They occupied the altars,
that they defend chance
as a principle against the causality
of chance,
that they reach their bellies
with the fruit they ate, insatiably ,
in other gardens...
let them raise podiums for themselves
on the marble that buries
their resume of the dead
Watch them kill each other with weapons
br/>more subtle in order to get
a medal,
that they persist in their efforts
to think that only fortune and power
will give n the size,
that they make windmill blades
that defend the giant
against the air of dream,
that they produce monsters equipped
with reasons that never s admit
that life is a dream.

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