and continues to this side of consciousness, there
fiercely, blindly said,
as a pulse that knocks the darkness,
when they face off against the rapid eye
clear death, are said
truths
barbarous, terrible cruelties love.
poems are said to widen the lungs of those who, suffocated,
ask to be, call rate, call
law for what they feel excessive.
With the speed of instinct,
with the ray of wonder, magic
as evidence, it becomes real to us in the identical
himself.
Poetry for the poor, poetry
necessary as bread each day, as the air
demand thirteen times per minute,
to be and as we take a self-glorifying.
Because we live to shock, because hardly
let us say that we are who we are,
our songs are not without sin an ornament.
We are touching the bottom. Damn
poetry conceived as a luxury cultural
neutrals that washing their hands, they turn away and escape. Damn
poetry who does not take sides until staining.
I make my own faults. I feel in me who suffer breathing
and singing.
sing and sing, and singing beyond my personal
sentences I flange.
I give you life, bring new acts,
and technical calculations for it with what I can.
I am an engineer and a worker
verse works with others to Spain in their steels.
This is my poetry, poetry tools
while unanimous beat it blind.
That is, a weapon loaded with future expansion
that I point to the chest. There is a poetry
dropwise thought.
It is a beautiful product. It is a perfect fruit.
It's like the air we all breathe the song
and spacing as in we. These words
repeat all feeling
as our own, and fly. They are more than what is meant.
are most needed: what has no name.
are cries in heaven and on earth are deeds.
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