Death and Other Aphorisms

. . . monuments cascaded over one another
in a terrible undulation.
    My dreams . . .
 
I speak to you now through fear
of an ill-befitting end,
swallowing me before I speak:
 
“If I die, my ideas will die with me.”
 
What awakened me, I do not know
    (the night quiets),
but the darkness was learned.

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