The word was made flesh

Now,  going backwards,

I’m trying to capture the

essence of you

in words,

so that I could keep you

for the rest of the rests                                       (the Eternity

                                                                                being no longer a safe place to--

                                                                                but never mind)

when me too dissolves in

language.                         

                                                                               (Just in case you didn’t quite get it -

I’m trying

to actually change a mortal

being into a bunch of letters,

making some sense                                            and you may call that an improvement, as

                                                                              there’s  not much

                                                                              sense in any of us right now)

So, in the process of verbalization

you’ll gradually  cease to exist

here                                                                       (whatever here  means here)

and become..                                                        (I’m  not too sure about this myself)

well, become sort of a sign ,

the highest sort of,  like the very Word itself

                                                                               (May its self be imprinted longer on       

                                                                                the cover of the World)

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and you’ll be as independent

as signifiant without signifié,

liberated

of all relations to (so-called) reality,

of all  needless needles of needs,

of all all                                                                (except for  my referential self)

there,

out of context,

within the realm of arbitrary

together we shall remain

as the perfect predication

of