At some point in the future there
will be an explosion we lock the barrels full of explosion
to keep us safe
But then the explosion will ferment will somehow find a way
as it must because that is the way
Do human bodies melt like popsicles in that kind of heat?
This evokes Sartre his hell in other people mythos
pouring from the rain spouts filling the barrels
meant for the gardens
He rises from his tomb he dips a toe in the water
collecting on the tops of sealed barrels of explosion and it doesn't melt
but it certainly can't feel good
 |
| Source: Bibliotheque Nationale de France/Gallimarde |
No comments:
Post a Comment