Meteor — from Karel Capek Get away from it! The finest — what does it need? In anything, in a garage A terrible almost hopeless task In lethargy a scrap of paper Wherever my eye alights Strange Here are some technical conclusions which can be drawn from the previous explanation Like a butcher apprising a beast Like a dog sniffing a bone It was going out and coming in He began moving slowly He used to kneel down Even that paradise is hidden inside black seething water which is all phosphorescent There and then filled with a feeling All his life might be only a dream inside regular diagrams Who knows how long a dream lasts as he gazed out for hours A man in whom exists this present contracted in time everything he ever was... You say, quite a medley! It is frightfully difficult to express things Everything is made for us out of small pieces Picking up shells by the sea Not in vain |
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