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Slavery,

Exploitation,

Death.

Exposed,

in the hash light

of the dark side of the Moon.

My beautiful swan-like neck

is of little effect.

 

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Une monde sans pitié,

l’univers de la désenchantée.

 

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Radio Progress calling:

This is your early morning invitation

to do

physical exercise,

right there,

at home,

before you go to school or work.

Embrace the life force!

Feel.

Sweat.

Purify.

Then further get into the progress vibe,

with intelligent discussion.

Learn something useful.

Develop

Hope

Communist Youth

Everlasting.

Radio

Progress.

You will remember these days with fondness.

 

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I dreamt I had a backyard.

And in that backyard one day appeared

a monstrously large pig.

It would come and go,

eating and destroying at will.

I tried to catch the pig,

or chase it away,

all to no avail.

Torment and torture,

in my backyard

(in my dreams!),

dirty melting snow.

Peace of mind

and existence,

elusive as the end of a rainbow.

 

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When I knew her,

she was a beautiful young woman,

inside and out,

she wore a Cross around her neck.

When I saw her corpse,

she had a Cross tattoo

at the base of her neck.

A Cross…

next to a Swastika.

She had been shot in the head.

 

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In court.

In the cage.

Under examination.

By implication, already guilty.

Nevertheless, “Justice” still had plenty to say.

 

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I have a dream,

expansive,

enlightening,

beyond the parameters of usual communication.

It’s something like…

The Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…

Imagine,

such a voyage of discovery,

futurity

and immensity…

(Open your mind,

let yourself go,

sail beyond the horizon…)

Such implications for humanity!

 

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Harsh words once spoken,

regardless of intention,

absorb into brain.

 

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You keep talking.

Either you’re an optimist

or a moron.

 

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I read silently,

the words and imagery so beautiful,

my heart aches.

What hope realization,

or even partial manifestation,

in this imperfect world?

My heart breaks.

 

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