Shapes of death haunt life, Neurosis eclipsing each in special shadow: Unrequited love not solving One’s need to become another’s body Wears black invisibility: The greed for property Heaps a skyscraper over the breathing ribs: The speedlines of dictators Cut their own stalks: From afar, we watch the best of us – Whose adored desire was to die for the world. Ambition is my death. That flat thin flame I feed, that plants my shadow. This prevents love And offers love of being loved or loving. The humorous self-forgetful drunkenness It hates, demands the slavish pyramids Be built. Who can prevent His death’s industry, which when he sleeps Throws up its towers? And conceals in slackness The dreams of revolution, the birth of death? Also the swallows by autumnal instinct Comfort us with their effortless exhaustion In great unguided flight to their complete South. There on my fancied pyramids they lodge But for delight, their whole compulsion. Not teaching me to love, but soothing my eyes; Not saving me from death, but saving me for speech.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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