18.ACHILLES
18.ACHILLES In the corner hired gun of name, the dispossessed fibers haggard and abandoned. After On the ridge after, Choked on goodbyes, Crushed its ribs, They grope, deer skin. Nailed in the jump. From the willow to the arrow of the feather Of stone of the eagle of all The stones, undetectable beat The footprint, Tirelessly stranded in the footprint without its trunk, stone augur stranded In its dislocation. Behind the scenes of the oracle the clusters the huddled places and the paths of a corner, the room of junk, of dust. The wrecked carriage without its war and the unhinged wheels whipping the trot endless of steeds, its inhabited gloom, apathy of an attic, lulling its loneliness Y, a friend and his mockery poison preaches to him, in his stumble already stepped on. Patroclus yearned for. A sandal from afar powdered with struggles and victories Fermented from discord.
