AW (13th September 1941 / )

Wake

Philosophy's a corpse
continually washed and combed
wordblind, megalithic
I prise open its eyelids

to receive the light
of the dark dog-star.

That which is written is hollow:

illegibility
of knowing,
everything repeated
an hundredfold -

we climb in
but never climb out.

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Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

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we climb in but never climb out. just stand still you won't need a way out. That which is written is hollow: you the one not written, dear fellow