The Garden of Hexe

1. The curtains have been opened. A chicken abuses pianist. A summer garden, a convulsing body. Poverty is not the problem; it is only the fear of an impending judgment without a judge that makes me tremble. 2. Coffee boldly took over my desk. The world comes to a halt the moment the fallen cup hits the floor. In a loveless world, a tower of skulls, and the voice of a biwa-player. 3. A spirit lurks between the halt and the vibration. When wildness invades reason, hagzissa overlaps with the daimon. And of course, coffee overflows. 4. The absentee witnesses the sacrifice transform the rhythmos. It was the illness of life and the life of illness. The cogs of the machine thrive in summer. It is unpleasant for the hexe. 5. The chicken cannot receive all of the world and is therefore beheaded. The beheaded heads are piled on top of each other to make a tower. The dripping blood makes the pianist ecstatic, but it is obvious which one is abusing which one. 6. And then it is over. Judgment is rendered. Without a judge. Or without artificial intelligence. The stronger is always the worse. The biwa-player's tone, full of prejudice, is harsh. 7. I open the window, and dive into the depths of the night, and become stone. It is a beginning. A homeless person begins to play the piano.

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作成日時 2023-04-08
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