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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