Studies in Sobriety Poetics Donate.
         
 

 

 

The Architecturist

 

 

 

 

The wise man seeketh it not
   I understand,
but I am neither wise or to know
there for a conversation
   It matters not
for those who give can also
   take it away,
those who create can also
   destroy it.

It is like a flickering inside
   it is a switch
for all wealth and fortune is cast
for politics or invests -
   it matters not
for at the very pinnacle of it
   is only what
was set forth and back
   in beco-ing.

It is like talking of opinions
   which are already
decided - like an engineer
whom put for place
   programs and codes
but for all systems and routines
   is there broken
It is but an empty system
   spiritless vectors.

I was not for behind or in front
   It was for me alone
the decision was mine for
   I do not know you
   before I know you
then no decision can be made
    for a breaking point -
The instabilites grows until
   society breaks down.

The door is unlocked - it is
   to not care of it
for all income or outcome
   all comes and go's
   I would rather
be without for there is none
    to share; do it forthwit
for animalism or machines
   I am human instead.

There for the Evere Nights
   into spirit it turns
there is but a carcass left
    while 'm away
   into the dream
for you are killing, replacing it
    like an exe.cute
and I have to press return
   so many times now.

Because nobody else does,
   there for a House
which doesn't exist there is
   only nothing in it
   until it's filled
then poured and returned
    to the return:
I'll drink horse piss for Heirs.
   We both know it is so.


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You really don't want to know
   about the beers.
(?) What (?) did you think you
   were the only one
   who was allowed
to have a sense of humour.
    Ah, when you know
and still saviour the flavour
   of all our delicacies.

       
 
         
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