we are but whisphers
upon the edge of night...
willing the rustling
of...
falling acrons,
   my stipends...
   and halved guises
of what becomes
the statute of man...
tamed shoelaces
like peacocking
in the guise of a signature...
you: my baron,
my Burgundy...
you my wine...
and subsequently
my Christ...
i have tasted the fear
and allowed a cough:
ich haben wohnte,
und ich wohnte:
   nein zeit: nein...
nein et-und-was...

wir die tot:
ein leben art...

the translation of
language...
no... there's
is "no loss of
translation":

rather, the "vanguard"
of the conventionality
of the täglichsprechen...

there was never a "lost
in translation"...

was dort war was ist:
von wer von was ùt wann...

the minus: class...
the conventionality of
the disorientated noun:
and the well-informed
verb...

i am: the spectator's worth
of a fee...
the rest?
  what the world allows,
and since the world
has only allowed
what the world is:
i bid the yoyo:
the yoyo's reiteration.