the saddest blog that ever was

2.26.2004:

what is a hammer?

an arc to cleave?

wood upholding rusted metal
ore ever falling to dust?

vergessen Sie chinoise.

I search for the anvil, and with
it I break thee.


Holderlin sings of the trees of the woods:
"And to each other they remain unknown,
So long as they stand, the neighboring
trunks."
--The Thinker As Poet.

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