Zhou looks forward to the
frozen river in dreams,
To the enormous charm of
this unity
Which does not dazzle, but
slays.
He said nothing to anyone
for he was afraid,
Thinking: the scarcity of good, and the secret police…
Still night it is when I put out my hands this way
And that. Pleasures
and days protected by the hangman
Indeed: When I stop being puzzled and persuade you
To do something different I dream of words,
The independently conceived effect of one upon another:
Radio slogans: Benzedrine. An account perhaps of other
Rhythms of earthly human
history in this fateful
Philosophical world: laws
of the state.
Laws of the Underworld. Well, it all needs thinking about.
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