…The thing with no name,
Surrounded by sadness,
That kind of sadness
Penetrating the silence,
That kind of silence
Searching for the tears,
Those tears
Becoming cubes of light,
Those cubes wondering
On their situation of their becoming,
Being involved in a movement
Apparently anarchic,
Needing, ”a priori cognoscible”,
Some synthetic truths
And a lot of empirical postulates
On the shape of their inner dislocation,
Their inner being having an unstable equilibrium,
Needing a stable equilibrium,
That equilibrium
Becoming an emblematic symbol
For the diminishing boundary
Between real and unreal,
That cubic thought withdrawing into the self,
Slowly becoming
Memory….

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