Contests of meaning hand over hand up thick vines axiologies
riding bamboo-clad brass poles into waiting flames pale days never seen
thinking for yourself no one in the world to teach writing for revenge
to spill your scruples commit crimes and be on time with pathologies
the boats sail at dusk passengers eat sweet desserts their collisions met.
Tomorrow is but the pupil of yesterday paradises fade
described descriptions with not the time to read them in months they'll be new
paying for our speech convinced of our fresh mistakes most all tears deceive
turns of phrase and lie with honest inspiration are the healthy real?
think through decide once meteors planets and stars the great are insane.
Gather your tastes and let logic explain ideals all pains are severe
narrate nothing great find the small interesting what's close to your nose
strange creatures and words on the doorsteps at the gates and heard from both sides
each hair casts shadow ever reading never read reviewers review
who dares to lay hold of whate'er beggary lacks while greed lacks much more?
Let anger be slow and let thoughts delay your speech and find the fit time
beyond perceptions what will endure beyond sense but long quiet graves?
to deceive others do not bother to deceive yourself first of all
the interruptions that keep us from our purpose inflame our purpose
modesty is born it cannot be taught to us diamonds come from coals.
What words will endure past those skulls that once denied that nothingness lurks?
those plans that were made by the graveyards' residents remain unfulfilled
weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
and petrify them and who knows whether or when grass will grow on top
gifts sent to the dead benefit neither sender nor recipient.
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The less I say here, the better: nevertheless, merci, M. Ducasse.