CosmicJocker
31 may 17
DeRank ™: 6,63
#PoetryTakeMeAway
And love? We need to wash ourselves
Of this hereditary filth
Where our astral lice
Continue to sprawl
The organ, the organ that strikes the wind
The swell of the furious sea
Are like the deep melody
Of this disconcerting dream
Of Her, of us, or of this soul
That we invited to the feast
You tell us who is the deceived
O Inspirer of infamies
She who sleeps in my bed
And shares the air of my room
Can throw dice on the table
The very sky of my mind
Antonin Artaud
And love? We need to wash ourselves
Of this hereditary filth
Where our astral lice
Continue to sprawl
The organ, the organ that strikes the wind
The swell of the furious sea
Are like the deep melody
Of this disconcerting dream
Of Her, of us, or of this soul
That we invited to the feast
You tell us who is the deceived
O Inspirer of infamies
She who sleeps in my bed
And shares the air of my room
Can throw dice on the table
The very sky of my mind
Antonin Artaud
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