The word of the Poet
fear
Feel how the skin of the ancient civilization of yesterday peels off
Understand the imcomprehensible without trying to understand
Pick it up and put it in the deepest part of you until the other voices
become your voice
Until the infinite voices make your language
Until you are naked without identity
stripped of your name
stripped of their names they shall run away from words like escaping from comets moving in the formless space
fear the words that burn the feet on the ember
Fear the fierce winds of the voices of our ancestors
leaving our throat
fear the possession of our spirits
The future of your other selves
the reincarnation of the cosmos
the opening of the unknown dimension
where we will be sucked
where we wull lose ourselves wrapped in the whirpool of the irrational
where we will be shadows of our bodies we
feel there
in that space time without time
bodiless
listening
The words of the poet.
-Manada Suelta
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