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to Kill
to kill!
the good never
will win
God
snow is
more terrible than
rime
to chastise from
minuteness
of the smallest
shift of
bullets in
the charger
to live only by
Jerks of
Death
Eternally
Opened
Flower
ONLY TO KILL WITH THRILL
the sleeping
moth
died
revive -
to die
forever!
when
there is no one
to kill –
you may
kill
nobody
to kill
is – not
to kill!
self confusing of
all nirvanas
by Sankhya
abrogation of all
the decipherments of
God
to kill the dream
with the Dream in
the dream while sleeping
jerk of
Absence of
the Butterfly
exhalation with
the cut
throat
sounds
of the smallest
bells
only!
to kill with!
thrill!
to revenge
More and
Further
to revenge
Deeper and
Higher
to speak
the language of the
Executioner of Dao
to live
in intervals
between executions
to feed on
the flower
pollen
to drink the dew from
the flower
petals
Only!
To Kill With!
Thrill!
to learn
Death from
Roses!
to learn
Death from
Death
THE LEAP OF THE FROG OF BASHO
the way of haiku
is the Way of
Abyss
theatre de
la Crueldad
Noh
mask for
tearing off
the face
with own
chopped off
head
to fly into
petals of
the rose
the Abyss
didn't look into
the chasm
the Flame
didn't become
the dragon-fly
too strongly
cried out
the Fire!
that's
all for
the truth:
the speck of dust
in the Emptiness of
the Wasteland
Basho hadn't
protected
the frog
just
still
pound
never
fallen
drop
to nowhere
didn't fly
the raven
if
crucified
the worm –
eyelashes
run into
the tear
to stay on
broken
legs
stay, bitch,
on broken
legs!
this is Other
Flowering of
the Garden:
don't want
to be
a Flower –
then
Bloom with
Blood
HIEROGLYPHS OF WORMS
the Mystery
of Eternity in Its
Finiteness
to show the edge
when blade is
absent
to follow the trace
of the Flame in
the Fire
Nothing
casts away no
shadow
to splash out the nectar
for the sake of the drop
of mud
to read
hieroglyphs
of worms
hissing bee
humming with
stream
the grass
hunts on
the wind
the dandelion
as the Mystery of
the Explosion
poking of the infant wolves
into the dead
mother-wolf
to build
Lost
Emptiness
to catch
the butterfly
by bits of fluff
the tiger
leapt out
of the tiger
inosculating
of cut up
worms
howling of
the wolf guards
the swallow
the thorn of the rose
saved the sting of
the bumble-bee
the hair of
the tiger cannot
be cut
the tragedy
of falling
drop
the specks of dust
play themselves their
Death
to pull out
from inside
the rose!
O bloom,
flower, removing
all of us
TERROR OF THE ROSE
ants don't
pray to
Heaven
all of sudden
to crash down
under the snow
Tracery is
wounded with
windings
exhale with
wounds of
the wolf
trace of!
the tear of!
the rat!
to break
the drop into
droplets
end of
the beast of
autumn
howl of
grief of
deer
dogs
tear off
carrion
carrion of
the tiger still
will leap
break-through of
the crying
hawk
for ever
ramming
mantra
gist!
of the conspiracy!
of all!
to show yourself up
on the Other Side of
the Form
in different way
to think of
Jesus
what else
can I
do?
to force
to die
the No?
Nothing!
Already! Never!
No!
if
you are
a Rose
be able
to break
the stem
pull up
your
roots
CHILD OF THE TERROR OF THE ROSE
in the pollen of fluffy
bees find the sobbing of
the wind
child of!
the Terror of!
the Rose!
rose is
more raptorial than
the wolf
lotus is
more frightening than
the tiger
burst into cry
with the spurt of
the snake
gesture 6
against
66
the eagle
turned over
in the air
Sky is beyond
the consciousness
and mind
pranayama of
the cocked
trigger
the shot
between two
petals
the tracery of!
the spurt of!
blood!
to kiss
the thrown
mud
to kiss
the slaughtered
rat
the Mystery of
the Very thin
Locating
Emptiness is
outside the emptiness
and empty
the gift of
the wild
fight
to hit!
to hit!
to hit!
evolution of
elements of
Chaos
faces of
the ancient
beetles
the butterfly
brought down
the Sky
the drop
didn't become
the blood
SATORI OF SHOOTING OF SAMADHI
the world will collapse
from Great
Insanity
needed are
the New Forms of
Mania
needed are
the New Abysses
and Chasms
to kill!
Covert!
Chiefs!
trembles
trembles
trembles
every
bit of fluff of
the hawk
Satori of
shooting of
Samadhi
carnage of
roaming
mantras
today
dies
Dao
Buddha
will Overtake
Death
only
for the reason
and to
be a scale
on the wings of
butterfly
extend
Death for the sake of
War of Nothing
Death for the sake of
Nothing of
No
not "measured"
and not "weighed
on scales"
to kill the most
beautiful
females
to live
amongst the rats
and eagles
Total!
Darkness of!
Dao!
"Prima Linea" of
liquidation of
Lao-Tzu
outside god
Wild Jerk of
Abyss
the killed
became Much
Stronger
BIRTH OF ZERO
bees don't have
refuge in
jewels
the shot!
the flower's born
in the center of brow
drops
for the battle of
the hard rain
the unborn
is being born
further
to slash
yourself and
leave
the leap of
the shredding into
the grasshopper
no one
rolls dead
scarab
up
the leap of
the bottom
leap of the tiger
and of the Real
Tiger
dance of the bull
on cremation of
matadors
Buddhaness of
eating up
carrion
Death
in the End of
Downfall
Downfall
in the Beginning of
Death
Buddha –
only the part of
the worm!
gripping
the hawk with the beak of
the bumble-bee
to take the splinter
out of the soft
bits of fluff
only the explosion
perfects
further
fell off
the rime from
the boughs
orchid
in the orgasm of
dew
paradise of
blooming of
the rose
the Void is
for No
Nothing
DAY OF CRYSTAL KNIVES
take away from them
Your Own
Death
Nothing of
unborn
child
the sound of
wiping
the mirror
Day of
Crystal
Knives
to shutter paradise
with speck of
Dao
to shutter hell
with little hair of
De
to flow as
a drop from
the leaf
to kill with
"splash
in silence"
the strategy
of snowflake
battles
ritual of
getting sink wolf's
teeth into
the dew
rushes about
in rage
who can
thrust with
the petal?
kill of Existence
in Nothing
Isn't!
the thrill of butterfly
is more pure than
the courage of tiger
the rat opens
its third
eye
interlacing of the tails
of scattered
lizards
grains of sand
are overfilled with
precipice
reflection of the tiger
breaks outside of
mirror
the Great War of
germinating
grains
the hurricane
has sheltered
the ear-stem
Triumph of
defeated
tears
UNKNOWN SIGNS OF GOD
Spirit begins
from the worship of
the mother-cockroach
from the fall of
imperceptible
drop
from the attack of
the invisible
dragon-fly
to gush out
as a flow of
blood
each
each
each
womb is
cleaner than Holy
Mother!
only thus
says
Spirit:
was crucified
not Jesus
but the tree
moth resurrects
Before and Earlier than
Christ
unknown
signs of
God
trace of
the squashed
moth is
the light of
the heavenly
lightning!
wolf of the Spirit
is fed by
the shot
rage of
blazes of
the Sun
the flow of Fire
drew the rose
in
drops
cripple
the rain
faster
lose
your Power!
faster
lose
your Might!
through
the smallest
speck of dust
exposing of
Great
Emptiness
just
moved
the leaf
DEAD HEAD: CAPUT MORTUUM
blade of grass is
beyond the complicacy of
tracery
the absence of
exhaustness of
withdrawal
helping rats
in Time of
Plague
to stroke
heads of
viper
knives are
held by
wounds
to decant
potassium
cyanide
the black kite
seeks only
air
pupil of an eye
widens in
the light
contemplating
autumn
bumble-bees
lacking
bullets in
the charger
speed of
stripping off
a the skin
bringing
the tree in
trance
opening of
the unbloomed
bud
in itself
crumbled
leaf
face of
flying
swallow
ricochet of the bullet
from the sides of
the skull
Charon
does not prepare
funeral
Decease
doesn't die
from Death
Hard Rain –
Not a Single
Drop!
no longer
anyone
dies!
the Blood flows
from
ItSelf
DENIALS
we are not
worthy of
Death
the Void is
not our
sanctuary
we are
not to show
Nothing
nirvana
plays
Death
for you
is inaccessible
Decease
we all
simply will
die
without
Nothing
there is No
without
Pure Burst of
Death!
O Gautama,
shoot at
Buddha!
to burn
not the tree
but Boddhi!
whisper
sunk in
scream
terror of
primordial
frailty
mind of
dying of
the beetle
the last
coupling of all
scales
the power of!
the grip of!
little paws!
thorns
are the
rose
passes of
severed
fingers
interlaced and
unlaced
the tracery
leaves
rejected
boughs
wild geese
fly
away
instant of
scattering of
rats
CHARMED WITH THE DEATH OF DEVIL
they
will again
betray you
I
don’t know
when
stand
behind my
back
aim
without fear
at the head
shoot
right in
the back of the head
turn me over
and shoot in
the face -
if
there is still
a face!
quietly
whisper at
the temple
touch
the chapped
lips
you
mean
nothing
forget
your
name
no one
sees
any one
they
can’t be
saved already
the Gift! of
Absolute!
Waste!
the worm – escaping
cocoon – explodes as
the moth!
explosion of
the worm really is
the butterfly
rupture of
the butterfly really is
God
if there is God
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