wo es war, soll ich werden

16th December 2009

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bound by finitude

dis junc tion

space continues on ad infinitum
gazes meet but never collide
a silent dissonance between
what has always been separate

time abruptly stops itself
what seemed so long ago
never once existed
division, subtraction
without the necessary
addition, multiplication

things wander aimlessly
without the necessary joy
nihilism turned divinely
towards the gaping maw

her silent parts move inconspicuously
words glide into the recesses of
unsaid statements made eternal
her pointed gaze aimed outside
towards unknowable heights

muted entropy plays the change
unlike a familiar film already known
her gasping breath possessing
an insufferable will to power