155. THINKING(BOECIO

155. THINKING(BOECIO)

CAVILAR (BOECIO) The hearing, the moan of a second Millennium, He without speaking The limit That shows us between silence and silence The Geometer of Time With her faceless hood, miseri_cordada, loyal melted rest of space, Interiority of a closed inside. Inside if the despondency Insatiable from the inside. Unbeatable for reducible To the limit, Enter footprints The eye and the great member.

To insipid purity, Essence mantle Rudely Sighting the hubbub, From the pious gaze of a sister or a brother, the wounds and crosses of the road, the grassy walls up above the sky and around the back of the hill a suspicious corner delinquent, suspicious gloom so it goes this way run a little chill a bit of edge, a bit of I don't know

Erection Of the true vibrational substance Linked, Prostrate before reduction, stunned To insipid purity Essence tunic Of the eternal and withered Heart With gift. Of the deep offering From the edge sparkles and mist hooded On the accumulated fund deTiniebla and foam of this procession and from this beating of the forehead or jaw between the gaps of palms Without socket On top.