day 11

4th day without I...
H is alone in the temple

Let us begin with H's monologue, which is so often the case.

I
but the crime
of today's democratic mandate(s)
is the didaticism that we can be
poets and artists
with something to say.
murmurs, to replace the past, configure the memories
our memories and theirs
and we end up with, really, too much to say.
the skulls, the knocking demon, the dragons and their friends
their tombs are empty
and we come back to another crime.
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I
but the next crime
of today's democratic mandate(s)
is the delibration, hyperpassionate call for change
as poets and charismatics
with something to say.
glossolia, ecstatic misutterances, create hallucinations
of our future, always about the future
our and their futures
and we return back to the dead sea
the fish-bones, the scrolls, the salt,
especially the salt
and we want harmony but end up with perpetual chaos

already I said too much.
always already.