Sunday, November 7, 2010

Severe Itching Pancreas

The Supreme


"The Defenders
for closing argument."
..........
"Your Honor, gentlemen of the court


we suspect that the charges against the accused


make a mirror to your fears.
Faure against yourself.
Or
only been plotting revenge on remembering temporal cross


back to life like a wound still open when your
materialism
killed with a hammer
your spirit

thinking it was the spirit of anyone.

You can stop a man who is also head of the Lodge
of Creativity. Other members


other leaders will be to expand like wildfire
the word of the secret passion that you seek to imprison

cells in eternal oblivion. Put
also on record that when you pass out these

in the meat grinder of your defenses will

others to take command the Lodge.
can stop anyone ...
... you can not stop the poem.
I have nothing to add.
"Gentlemen of the Jury,
is time to express your
final verdict"
"Your Honor,
Gentlemen of the Court. This

judges are accused of subversive association

guilty to the lack of dreams
but condemns you
eternal exile

arid steppes of your life. "
" The hearing was closed "

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