Eugene Ostashevsky, p.3

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CLOUDS MOVE OVER DJ SPINOZA

Clouds move over DJ Spinoza
What are they like

They are not like anything
not even clouds


DJ Spinoza looks at the clouds
with eyes ruined

by the cutting of lenses
The clouds are blurry


Clouds, thinks DJ Spinoza,
belong to the class of things

that are not like anything
In this they are like love


What do you know about love
DJ Spinoza, you lead

a life among furniture
You call this life


You call this furniture
The question dictates the answer

The answer dictates the question
Language

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