Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
What does not change is the will to change
The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.
I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.
The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.