Since everything is built into something for no reason rightly or
as Architecture, planned and then abandoned because
when culminates
live later in the sun and shade, for a certain number of years.
Who cares what went before? There is no possibility of going back
because standing death means, and life is moving
moving toward death. But sometimes sit still
also live.
John Ashbery, fragment Bungalows, Colecccion Viewer poetry.
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