The Monday Poem – for Gopi

Both spiritual and material. Above, loudly chant the glories of a small group of English men of destiny only to worship with him. Some to serve as a considered entity, surrender until performed through this hero

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A Poem From Ghérasim Luca

at the edge of a forest whose trees are slender ideas and each leaf a thought at bay the vegetal reveals to us the damned depths of an animal sect or more precisely an old insect anguish waking up as man the only way the only basic weapon to animate a mental state that I … Continue reading A Poem From Ghérasim Luca