Scribbling for Nine Historical Moments
Sound of meaning distanced from mouth, is
Justice for life void of MUST BEs, amid
Cries of Must BE HANGEDs
Is a bleep
The whole lot of Actions MUST BE Taken,
Of the ..aeMM in the existence of the MUST BEs
To the must-NOT-BEs
No MUST BEs
The urgency of the Action Must Be Taken
Of actions with wailing ..tions.. left in their ACTIONS MUST BE TAKENs
To reach a measured-up HaHaaHa
To reach all the warmth embedded in Moving Constants, and
The whole range of unMoving Asteroids
The existence of HahaaHa of any of those in thozze z’ z’s
Of the MUST BEs remaining unnoticed
In anything that MUST actually BE
And MUST BEs of things that MUST
Will Be is indication of Won’t Be in the act of enactment, whatever action that its enactment is a must
The resolve in any Must makes every Will Be step back from turning inevitable
Shouts of MUST BE EXECUTED
Must turn into any act of Implementation
With any un-executed Execution
Or Expression not carried out,
A Must Be contains a Won’t Be
In every enacted Action
Any action in rotation of Will BEs furthers away from execution
with every shout of … Be Acted
… Be Formed
… Be Systemised
… Be Disdained
… Be Stabilized
So that any implementation in the spin of execution is like action
Without the spin of Will BEs
The Passive Submissive lacks rotationw
Why’s Will Be obliterated
within the bunch of the Passive Submissives
Why is… the Rebellious
Why is… the Messiah
By rotation of WILL BEs
every Passive Submissive takes back
their own sound of rotation
by their own Be Obliterated.
Why would become Passive Submissive calcium
when executing of Execution is Must
when in its “Did Executed” still remains bits of calcium.
These MUST BEs
Like any other rotation of any WILL BEs,
We’re not going anywhere before it is obliterated
No matter how difficult
In the Rotation of MUSt BEs
Like the Executive of the Rotations
We are Hanging down luminescence;
What would become of calcium then,
Kebab of acknowledging the spider
Has been enriched with calcium,
This is immediate danger
Look at its Be Passive
With great urgency,at its Be Passive
If it can indeed not cry
Boom Boom footsteps, pure dust
Of pure dust
Barring the dust off the road wrapping ‘round you now and then,
There’s sigh of Zephyr wirling
‘round you, along with sigh-site at the pit of your throat
You’re sitting in the delve of your own palm, next to walnuts.
Over the rotation of the WILL BEs
‘round the pit down the neck, curved globs of cheeks
Lost on a WILL BE’less path
Exciting the passive, hoping it would be Activized
If Will BEs Won’t be, and rotating
‘Round the curve of th’throat
Lost in rotation
Ablaze in supposition supposing
Boom Boom s’pposing
Boom Boom suddenly down the road they appeared
Ecstatic head to toe in pure dust
Actionizing Must have a come back
Boom Boom if must not be
What kind of a Lo’lost would bring back of-rotating of WIll BEs.
If actionize should Not indeed
Or if not formed why would even be
of this pure dust.
Boom Boom calcium arrives
With the BOOM of shouts of MUST BE EXECUTED;
Talking Calcium stands next to its Ideals.
Regardless of any wings, hanging on teeth of any WILL BE
Lined up Calciums shout their Roar of MUST BE EXECUTED
The Hanged sang their own calcium
Must Be Actionized
We Are Not Calcium
Regardless of wings and of calcium,
We sang our own Must Be Occupied
Talking of calciums, with the pure dust, is a MUST.
Every other MUST BE EXECUTED must be organized.
Streets are full of Actionized Roars
Avenues full of a lifeless BOOM
Turn off the Sun.
The fate is sealed.
Circling ‘round hollows the darker the better
Hollows in darkness the deeper the better
Curve in the hollow of holes feels flat.
After you unsealed the fate,
‘around promenade of your pants
Don’t come out
of your pants
Because the fate is sealed
Like any other activation that MUST BE.
Choose your safe trousers
because here, in the outside
there are those who might, outside your pants
cut you up and slash you down
Like forbidden documents you must walk back the path you’ve been taking
Don’t come out of your slashed pants
Turn off the Sun,
and walk back
What holes there are are not enough.
Find more pits.
Pits Must Be Spotted
Make sure it doesn’t stay out.
Be watchful in case it does stay out.
Pits are reduced as it goes
Corners stay out.
We’ll stay out sooner or later.
We stayed out.
Find the pits.
Corners have stayed out of the pit.
Look around and find your pants.
Run, looking around for your pants.
While running to look for your pants, summon your pants.
What a beautiful name had our pants.
Look inside the pits in case some pants have been lefe there
Maybe a shirt is hanging down by its corners off girders
Or edges of a pair of pants peeks out of pits.
Search all corners.
Run, rummage around,
call your shirts and pants with their first name –
Hey You, safe and sauntering pants!
Hey You, hanged down the girder, shirts!
Translation in Prograss of 8 individual pieces of interonnected poems