All the persons
in our story are completely imaginary
Not a single correlation, furthermore with existing persons
Or that even once existed in a given epoch
Because the epoch never existed -don't speak of it any longer
With the same words again that do not alter with time,
Like metal under rust, like skin under clothing.
Because the persons in our story are completely imaginary,
Their adventures are indifferent to our story,
Not the slightest trace of obliterated names for whoever survived
Take down the Great Curtains, stuff up, so long as there is time
the hidden fissures of verses.
and with a smile, accept now, with innocense, the happy new day.
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Come George-
Put back your knife in its sheath.
