Poezie
duplicity
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Mediu
the man with or without beard meditates
on the day of today:
I awake I go to the rear
in half an hour I can say
I’m fresh I eat or I don’t eat
something in a hurry and I get to go out
damn thing: as I go out the door
I see thousands of stairs
yesterday it seems they weren\'t or they were there
I scratch or I don’t scratch my beard
and I look at the sky
I see all kind of flying thingamies
I swear: ever in my life I didn\'t see something like this
they are spinning dizzily around me
they transmit mentiferous encrypted messages to me
I decode all messages instantaneously
every message menaces dreadfully my life
one of them sounds like that:
“you give up or you don’t give up
the beard which you have or you haven’t
today you’ll die or you will not die anyway”
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