The Cemetery of Myths as Inverted Paradise
The Cemetery of Myths as Inverted Paradise
in the cemetery of myths where the dead dance alive on graves,
dictatorial faces smile with their teeth of freedom,
the blind sun illuminates the darkness with its radiant blindness,
the tails knot themselves in straight spirals that climb down always.
the lethargic devils tame fury with their gentle heavy violence,
to women pretzels adorn their necks with chains of warm air,
it sweetens the pickle with the acidity of bitter sweet sugar,
to your gang mouth it sings silence with clear silent howls.
the mature university kiss studies primitive instinct with science,
the evening of barbaric pleasure civilizes wildness with crude education,
the ancestors of fate predict the past of the future that will not have been,
friends like slaughtered lambs hunt wolves with their bloody gentleness.
the parrots witnesses of color from the sun speak phosphorescent blackwhites,
the pollution of the heart purifies the air with its transparent toxic smoke,
the bread of square teeth chews hunger with its empty satiety,
your itch becomes my bed of nails on which I sleep deeply.
it is a playful modest plowing field sowing chaos in ordered rows,
your unique meaning multiplies in its dense collective loneliness,
myths die being reborn in the cemetery of their eternal dead life,
the dictatorships of freedom chain us in our prisoner emancipation!
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