And where does
Referring to the real get us
Actually then?

The words must.
But there really can be no possibility
Of anything wordlike worthwhile.

The real then. The words
Are pretty things, but
They don't mean

Unless there is something else
Some grand dark mystery
Into which to blunder

Absurd & contingent
As flesh wet
And swollen.

There is desire to death
And there is silence
To go out.



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