SOME APOTHEGMS WHICH - MOST LIKELY - WE'LL MEDITATE ON LATER Poem by Ovidiu Nimigean

in the third person they will speak of the final circle
where words are sounded by nobody's mouth
(I turns into he -
the animal replete with images a skull inside which
clouds chase after one another -
he passes his body time
a small pyre of flesh and blood
bones and marrow
a fierce creature genetically programmed
mimetically determined
- he makes love makes a house makes history makes culture
he makes his kids' beds
he goes to church kneels sings believes
he stands by the wall pounds his head against the wall)

he who postulates will be lost
he who promulgates axioms will be lost
he who affirms will be lost
he who negates will be lost
he who takes it for granted will be lost
he who speaks the language of the tribe will be lost
he who listens to the language of the tribe will be lost
he who takes up the sword will die by the sword
he who takes up the sword of the spirit will die by the sword of the spirit
he who believes in God will be lost
he who doesn't believe in God will be lost
he who doesn't get lost will never awaken
he who doesn't awaken will live
(kiss your brother let him lean on your shoulder weep for him)
he who wakes up will be blind