We are born,
to live for a while,
and die
forever.
-death doesn’t deny living,
death is the constant contradiction of birth,-(*)
to race to learn endlessness at the end of each roads
to spin forever in the short turns of these sharp angles
in our leeway between the deaths,
in one another
before our ends,
to be reborn again from ourselves
in everything that mirrors or resembles us,
putting its mark
on the
collective consciousness.
In the vibrations between us
the world would oscillate forever:
in a pendulum clock
silently,
or in our chest
violently
