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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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| Midnight measures blank seconds engraved on bat wings Owls let the strange signal to vibrate inside of my bones Whirring along and across of the high and the broad walls. They are hungry for me and satiated of patience. This night suspends in waiting the dawns. Bored by the bell’s vertebras, too fixed, they begin the soul’s clarifying, faddy feast. I’m looking at priests running over the script I’m looking at my mother paying for my crypt. Little sparrows in winter warbling through snow, Against the grain the worm crept and saw the drunken gravediggers hoeing my resting place, So as the ground to christianly kiss my face. Wax sizzles and overwhelms my doom Coy candle flickers inside the wake room. Near the body almost lifeless, Messenger, which just came, With his palm patting my head Alleviates fear due to the other one land. And lovingly blows off the candle’s blaze As well as my overwhelming daze Sitting nearby with his own goal, He starts to reel on perpetuity from a white ball. From hereafter brought his deftness For break, between Here and There, the wall. I am listening to a new species of silence...fearless.
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