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silence....silence....

silence.......

into this dream

everyone softly falls...

to awaken

still unchanged

..........neither as a human entity

nor as any Lord...

to name things is so easy,

and one can always have something ”to know”

but there's a whisper "it's not the knowledge"

nor someone chained to it all

and when you

get it

........it's not a concept

....... or anything

with only left ... quiet

"that's it"

        
  “Silence”


 
warszawa, 03.2002.


Polish Version


adam rupniewski

"Physiology of Dreams"
- oil crayon a.r.

 
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