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Gratuitous verbal game
goes into the nothingness
whizzing takes nothing
in the vortex no object
that has to be expressed,
the cannibals call it “language”
and the straw catches fire.
The labyrinth tightens
is no more the way whereon
we get lost, but the way
that is spun from the womb
of the Great Virgin
by the power of the divine
vortex ‒ The Great Respiration
that disperses the dry language.
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