Idea is to have a place
to discharge all thinks
about everithing,
as well as about nothing, too, surely!
Poetry, no pertinent comments or
great revelations from outer space.
Who could know?
When this will be something?
Perhaps now,
perhaps next year.
It's important that this is here.
From time to time,
things come!
At least nothing
The last thing
I would want to hear
Was a name of me, myself
The first light
I would want to see
Was a spine in sky
The last thing
I would want to love
Was a falling stone
The first thing
I would try to do
Was a man, a dry man, in the desert
Of the Universe.
To be
Forever
Alone.
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