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Love never quits.
Millennia packed up with antiquities.
Yet another scratch
between the past and the future,
a broken heart.

Who cares for bodies?
Everything happens
before we can start
with pain and appreciation,
savor and disgust.

After all,
why not keep trying
in the vain order
to resign?

No satisfaction.
Just the trivial pleasure
of enumerating
the angles of the circle.

1988


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