I feel the time between slow and inexorable
insects have their task or to wait for the tone
and I can already see giungerli the Masters in the sight of the LORD
park the bodies in the dim light of the sun
all in strict silence and count the infinite absences
despite the shutters closed from beyond the grave are silent
promising the usual nothing indeed tears and giving only vague cravings
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