felice

felice is her name
as also
like his day
is dedicated
to a free choice
of luck,
peal outer
from the
roman hills,
which strange waste
the last words
of an period
of decline,
ate
to the (bad) wolves
the listeners
for strengthening,
singing
into the ether
where hope
entomps it’s target,
and
convertibles
have arrived
long ago,
endless
in the reflection
of the world
which quit
to be spirit,
only sinks
in the nagging
of abstract,
on the
tire tracks
which transmitted
the body
of pasolini
into
a doll of
the system,
on which
we all
are
„refreshing“ us,
thinking of him,
remembering
the day
of our birth,
which
exhorts us
to wake up
finally,
to speak out
what
banish us
beyond
any society
to form this
into a liquid sound
of ceaseless
words
which turns
the noice of a world
into
music

2014-03-05
to a
Roman Master

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