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Life is alive and is recalled
is a fall into the future
the hopelessness is the denial
of her possible, nonetheless
the dead are sleeping and no
longer know anything, they
are sleeping only for an instant,
they are sleeping until the resurrection,
the man’s thoughts are perishing too
even on the day when the rope breaks
and the vessel breaks into pieces
I no longer know anything
about what is done under the sun ‒
the trumpet will sound, the dead
will be resurrected, not subject
to decay, life will be resurrected.
Death has been swallowed by the victory
nonetheless she always rises and pricks
the dead with the pin under the hand,
under the table.
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