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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Window of Luminous Darkness The window has closed toward the black lights of absence the living dead embroider their banners from bones woven into rags opportune for the transience of their ephemeral eternity the serpent in mother's breast feeding the shadows with living substance Their unmet confrontation takes place in the cosmic den we commemorate their birth in a festive and colorful death the final and black confession of the transparent open white we technically use the spontaneous meditation of mechanical contemplation We will all be air and crystal and earth without sterile decay we deserve the title of baseness in the luminous clear times of the return toward aurora from behind the dead twilight they lead us speaking noisily toward the silent transience The vulture begins the surge toward earth in the forgotten second the sun and moon separate in their solid gaseous form abruptly continuing their stagnation toward the terrain of orthodoxy outside the straight spiral the unsurpassed solar stagnation Her pleasant celestial de-earthing fixed punctual flow only the feet can pass underneath the mute rainbow the roots grow in our ears speaking foreign tongues to us their food is the stones and the dry wind of water burned in fire Let them lead us howling toward the transience of our eternity in the open-closed window where the living dead die eternally alive the mother serpent feeds its shadow with coagulated light and we float in the liquid earth of the heavy stony air
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