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Spirit whose work is done
The produce of my poetry
A scented gift 
Bearing the present moment.

I´m unable to make a living from my poetry
Even though i would not freeze in most 
In any winter
In the market of ignorance
Since i´m a poor poet
I can´t do some shopping.

I travel fast drawing in woodland the path
We spend our lives in conceiving
The divine of God himself.
Culminate in the present moment
The charachter of truth
Revealing the circumstances
The offence for which someone was murdered-.

I will briefly narrate another crime
As E. A Poe 
Whose work is like Homer
Which occurred about the same time
As the murdered of love
The characters of the truth 
Revealing from the circumstances
The offence for which someone was murdered.

Whilst I´m detailing bloody deeds
Proof and evidence
Which took place during my stay in this building
Where everyday the  butcher puts off his killing clothes
Or sharpens his knife
Enjoying his repartee and art of robbery.

That I have told you nothing about crime 
That is not true!
I told you everything about serious literature
You      most pardon me if i repeat
That remark now 
And then this letters infamic realistic literature

I want you to take seriously the things i´m telling you
And feel that if i were in your place
And you in mine
But when i wrote the metamorphose
The law of life in the trial
I walked in a desert
And experiment misery in the castle
That night
Whether one look ahead with fear 
Or anticipation 
The German war machine
The ghost in the machine
Mussolini in Italy
Hitler in Germany.

Rather than actual reflexion of reality
The workers of the world
Whose spirit of the the world
I guess is the handkerchif of the lord
A scented gift and rembrancer designedly dropt
In the corners
That we may see and remark and say :whose? Balzac

Or i guess the grass is itself a child of Dickens
The produce babe of vegetation.
Zola the new balzac

From the agency of change becomes the multitude
A rainbow coalition of fragmented identities
In nature there are two types of parasites:
The first is the plant which attaches itself to another plant
And steals food from the host.
The second type is a minute
Living organism which invades 
and grows within plant
Or animal tissue and obtains its nourishment from it.

As the system presses against its natural limits

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