Hell is an inducing endless forgetting
of how to catch and unmask principal lies
“Pour n’être pas les esclaves du Temps.”
We as humans are invested much
in the shades which we cast or shed
although still afar even from those bats
who see so ably in the deepest dark,
grasping so well inside their minds
anything they render like great poets
into resonance and percipient sound.
And to that seeing and knowing
to what all else is blind there is
a science and an art that draws,
collects and compiles what it can
from the Hades’ currents, transient
& incessant forgetting under the name,
a sentence Avec ou sans ce qui n’est pas.
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