Bigrammatology - I
the shattered lobsterpot, the soundless wailing, no end to the common
wind, too
strange to each other, so
i find words i never thought
i should revisit when i
left my body on a distant
shore. since our concern was
speech, reach into the village, in response to the unheard
music hidden in the memory down
the passage now
presents no hindrance to the movement
of pain that is the final
addition, the brown god -
sullen, untamed and intractable,
patient to some degree, at
first recognised as
a frontier
wind, too
strange to each other, so
i find words i never thought
i should revisit when i
left my body on a distant
shore. since our concern was
speech, reach into the village, in response to the unheard
music hidden in the memory down
the passage now
presents no hindrance to the movement
of pain that is the final
addition, the brown god -
sullen, untamed and intractable,
patient to some degree, at
first recognised as
a frontier
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