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Law
" The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the great difference has changed things to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you still want to know, then?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it." From Before The Law By Franz Kafka.
I am Collecting poems from All Existing Notebooks I own for a book. This poem is from 2004, when I was 18 years of age.
Sore or Something. The way it was. Freedom, Achieved through open Graves And open sores, Stepping over dead grass killed By the fumes of corpses, Life taken by War, By men, The great score Crashing crescendos over the hills, Signal of your time. Not foreboding, monolithic. Instead serene, A Song of Peace And the final understanding. The toys of our childhood. Lying rusted from too much rain. Declare defeat Before your breath runs away. So truth is gathered, Truth is saved. Polyrhythm and syncopation Drum up desire Release a fire That has burned inside Turbulent sorry could cold Drapes of our eyes. Sane is The Game Plan. Reversed in Etiquette Of systemic selection. Draw nearer the sacred boar, Slay that awesome Beast. ...
