Before the Trials | Miguel Escobar

a
sadness
— life expectancy of a certain class
stuck —
at the same time
as
an institution looking the other way
from gratification
— when behooving meshes
 
good mourning A.
 
golden door
 
golden goose, golden
may be the
link
proves the *sham
— after the true story
 survives
 
start with a glass house
and style of bone
mastered by the
chimpanzee
 
sit back and wait
 
the bush in the middle on fire
we encircle but
can never touch
 
as if
nature herself forbade it
 
something so obviously right
about privacy
 
— in what age
have there been no pirates
 
the etchings upstairs
sit there
— no matter what
 
the film about the life of
the film artist shows
signs of the
times
 
these are just impressions
 
before
the inevitable trials
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