One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. Frederick Nietzsche

 

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…only the vestiges remain:

Conduct a forensic examination, scatter the remains:
Fragility of the body,
In the furtherance of the truth,
Note the devil’s-in-the-detail,
Condemned at the root.

A roof for his daughter,
Over a precipice-by-the-way,
peculiar ways of thinking
alive today.

Russians worship icons,
in China there is smog,
Tom-All-Alone’s deliverance:
was a false prologue.

Remains of thought and feeling,
embedded in the brain;
flower into vestiges, nothing will remain.

Shape-shifter-deliverance:
All that is, is not,
Numbed into meaning:
By a Sansculotte.