How remain

September 13th, 2011

Then this silence. Among the things one could say of the nonplace, of its arrogance, of its million signs and intensities so seductive. But no. No. And yes. In that silence. Without real knowledge of the outplace and with little of the place. Then silence of the rotting autumn leaves cutting the air – this on the wind. The promise of a place in the place. It is its, as well. So still well.
Enough , with the stolen word, enough. With the stolen end, stop.
One could, but one must not, thus and then – go.

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