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-Beneath the poetry of the texts
there lies the actual poetry,
without form and without text.
Antonin Artaud
At first there was the word, then light
the muse dancing
on the synapses of the brain
fire into air
the heart burnt in fire
all lie beneath the shadow of the earth
Artaud, death forever joined him
Beneath the poetry of the texts
lies darkness
into air
into the shadow of death
There lies the actual poetry
the heart burnt in fire
the word
then light
Without form and without text
word and memory
darkness
at the moment of death
word and memory
into air
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