IR (September 12th,1990 / )


chased away the spirits
spun them too tightly into eidelons to see
with which a fold was woven,
to shroud our world
shadows, strangers, gods

unwelcome, the borders are closed
the other countries
do not exist any more.

for such things do not exist in civilised countries.
they know better than we,
that when we reach critical mass,
we are trapped.

by Isaac Riddler

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