Poetry
resounds in Andenes
We can not love on this continent where the myocardium stunned
(hardened muscle )
stifles hindered
encyclopedic pace of our spirit.
We can not love because our hands
are stubborn primitive technology and our poor sex
are just crazy meat.
They loved, despite the rumor
obscene sewers,
to Despite the eye allethrin,
despite the epidemic, despite
ash, despite the eco
prison, rheumatism
of mathematics.
They loved the perimeter of putrefaction,
spores swirling by fatigue,
hardened by the rigors of vice
bloated for its own survival
human rubble.
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