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[BEGINNING]
white flesh labor lost
unborn generation feverishly still
("occultismus
socialismus")
a torpedo in a folk costume
...against the artful activities of
SUBVERSION
"I am sick of your incessant pandering
to ancient mysticism."
(the two boats are coming closer
together)
"See the lie of life that pierceth
death..."
late travelled & corners pregnant
jewels atop the mountains glow
the angel of death turns into
the archangel of perpetuity
(the noble as the cumulative manifestation
in marble)
SPARTAKUS remains the symbol:
lonely glory liberated
to metaphysics deaf & blind
a chilling tale of propaganda:
spirits roaming haunted seas
(the bronze spire aspires ever higher
& the mote around the fortress spiked)
sharked & baited into regret
(a glory the sky
once yielding the sun)
To capitulate means losing the vision
of a future tribunal.
PAX ROMANTICA: Blood & Love
Die, ye olde continents, die!
Fortune guides the blessed in vain.
up the road, a block ahead
(demolition vampires impaled)
And now revealed, the senile fart's fate:
bed-ridden & tolerant, sick with
grief (lost opportunities et al),
fastidiously fasting & maniacally
masturbating.
"Differences don't exist, you
don't exist, and grandma is
in heaven."
that calamitous moment
the night of the attack
fate embodies denial
(in the far right corner on the left)
Gottfried Benn once lived. He still does
and is dead.
MONUMENT
SOLAR
the number is transparent now
& sober into the future marches
the square-jawed troops of terror
[END/BEGINNING]
- Constantin von Hoffmeister
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