Eumaeus 603
The saddest sounds are like those
of the road, when mistaken for the wind
the deeds of the parasite
arrive
in rare depth
chronically dilapidated
without the slightest intelligence
a matter in need of repair
an evasive love
now grown inquisitive.
we walk together
and in walking
our need for servitude
is our direction.
Eumaeus 604
the diplomat companion
and the paper tourists
return to light
one last time
they understand the nature
of all those heads and bones,
abstaining, now, from any present
surprise is a narcotic
it comes in the shape of a eye
that belongs to misfortune
it comes repeated in confinement
in sooty churches
filled with charred commandments
it comes in eventually trying
to give the truth the slip.
Eumaeus 605
We are bound to our later moments
made of this shallow present,
there,
there,
there.
our curiosity always ends
with our differences
utterly lucky
this fabulous species
all brains and respiration
makes itself handsome to the future
then, then, then.
we are nearly always
bamboozled by the facts
4 comments:
number two is simply beautiful.
(and yes, I have an affinity for 'the hidden face' as well.
but number two is simply beautiful.
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For some reason i think of Hieronymous Bosch when viewing your slightly mad men, but that's a good thing!
and/or James Ensor.They take me to other worlds.
Thank you, gentlemen
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