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nearly 30 and over half a year later now #29

XXIX.bloodspots on the strawberry hemlaughter in the treeslike with like againI am surrounded in my disbeliefby wonderful and inexplicable reasonsa needle is suspended in the airthreads the sky its originsthe fictions of a scientific feelingother than thatthe world parts its lipsthrough the watertrail your fingertipsDavid the sky todaydeep azureand I can find onlymy ownoriginal mind…Leonora Fini’s voyageurs one sitting one lying in rest leg bent en repos I misread as voyeurs resting or put to rest the painter covers their eyes with a folded cloth they are expressionless androgynous are they at least one is not entitled to say but that the cloths over each are their eyes shut one is not entitled to say lave the brows of each rest you have earned it voyeurs because you have not come far you have in fact not come from any origin except a certain style, a certain foldedness—as much as the folds bear a kind of sightless witness to in the cloths covering the brow of each voyageurtravellerblindfolded to vision because not sleeping either sleepless and not entitled to dream what work they have then done the seated one behind the one lying one leg bent behind the other and what might possibly arouse them from well-earned repose to return to it to the fabrication the fictitious fabric sussurating gown of a mistress or a master did I mention their youth medieval or preraphaelite attire at whose behest they what laboured voyaged viewed or gazed on who leaves them who replaces her gown and he his robe, whispering softly through barely parted lips it sweeps the floor behind, in the hallways, in the archways, aisle and cloister, leaving them sanctified by what they have seen, what work it wasnow restto look what is inexplicable and wonderful to have traversed all feeling, to have found there all good reason and to have there been granted your repose ……by what rightstate the question

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tonight alas the tongue of truth alights upon no tooth”to have it extracted by a screwdriverblood spotting the mask and lipsby what right spit it outthe paper besmirched and soiled the billby what right to sayor cross it outby what in this climatein this socio-economic says Bolañobetter to liveundercoverpoet

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