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know how
to Kill
to kill!

the good never
will win
God

snow is
more terrible than
rime

to chastise from
minuteness
of the smallest

shift of
bullets in
the charger

to live only by
Jerks of
Death

Eternally
Opened
Flower


ONLY TO KILL WITH THRILL




the sleeping
moth
died

revive -
to die
forever!

when
there is no one
to kill –

you may
kill
nobody

to kill
is – not
to kill!

self confusing of
all nirvanas
by Sankhya

abrogation of all
the decipherments of
God

to kill the dream
with the Dream in
the dream while sleeping

jerk of
Absence of
the Butterfly

exhalation with
the cut
throat

sounds
of the smallest
bells

only!
to kill with!
thrill!

to revenge
More and
Further

to revenge
Deeper and
Higher

to speak
the language of the
Executioner of Dao

to live
in intervals
between executions

to feed on
the flower
pollen

to drink the dew from
the flower
petals

Only!
To Kill With!
Thrill!

to learn
Death from
Roses!

to learn
Death from
Death


THE LEAP OF THE FROG OF BASHO




the way of haiku
is the Way of
Abyss

theatre de
la Crueldad
Noh

mask for
tearing off
the face

with own
chopped off
head

to fly into
petals of
the rose

the Abyss
didn't look into
the chasm

the Flame
didn't become
the dragon-fly

too strongly
cried out
the Fire!

that's
all for
the truth:

the speck of dust
in the Emptiness of
the Wasteland

Basho hadn't
protected
the frog

just
still
pound

never
fallen
drop

to nowhere
didn't fly
the raven

if
crucified
the worm –

eyelashes
run into
the tear

to stay on
broken
legs

stay, bitch,
on broken
legs!

this is Other
Flowering of
the Garden:

don't want
to be
a Flower –

then
Bloom with
Blood


HIEROGLYPHS OF WORMS




the Mystery
of Eternity in Its
Finiteness

to show the edge
when blade is
absent

to follow the trace
of the Flame in
the Fire

Nothing
casts away no
shadow

to splash out the nectar
for the sake of the drop
of mud

to read
hieroglyphs
of worms

hissing bee
humming with
stream

the grass
hunts on
the wind

the dandelion
as the Mystery of
the Explosion

poking of the infant wolves
into the dead
mother-wolf

to build
Lost
Emptiness

to catch
the butterfly
by bits of fluff

the tiger
leapt out
of the tiger

inosculating
of cut up
worms

howling of
the wolf guards
the swallow

the thorn of the rose
saved the sting of
the bumble-bee

the hair of
the tiger cannot
be cut

the tragedy
of falling
drop

the specks of dust
play themselves their
Death

to pull out
from inside
the rose!

O bloom,
flower, removing
all of us


TERROR OF THE ROSE




ants don't
pray to
Heaven

all of sudden
to crash down
under the snow

Tracery is
wounded with
windings

exhale with
wounds of
the wolf

trace of!
the tear of!
the rat!

to break
the drop into
droplets

end of
the beast of
autumn

howl of
grief of
deer

dogs
tear off
carrion

carrion of
the tiger still
will leap

break-through of
the crying
hawk

for ever
ramming
mantra

gist!
of the conspiracy!
of all!

to show yourself up
on the Other Side of
the Form

in different way
to think of
Jesus

what else
can I
do?

to force
to die
the No?

Nothing!
Already! Never!
No!

if
you are
a Rose

be able
to break
the stem

pull up
your
roots


CHILD OF THE TERROR OF THE ROSE




in the pollen of fluffy
bees find the sobbing of
the wind

child of!
the Terror of!
the Rose!

rose is
more raptorial than
the wolf

lotus is
more frightening than
the tiger

burst into cry
with the spurt of
the snake

gesture 6
against
66

the eagle
turned over
in the air

Sky is beyond
the consciousness
and mind

pranayama of
the cocked
trigger

the shot
between two
petals

the tracery of!
the spurt of!
blood!

to kiss
the thrown
mud

to kiss
the slaughtered
rat

the Mystery of
the Very thin
Locating

Emptiness is
outside the emptiness
and empty

the gift of
the wild
fight

to hit!
to hit!
to hit!

evolution of
elements of
Chaos

faces of
the ancient
beetles

the butterfly
brought down
the Sky

the drop
didn't become
the blood


SATORI OF SHOOTING OF SAMADHI




the world will collapse
from Great
Insanity

needed are
the New Forms of
Mania

needed are
the New Abysses
and Chasms

to kill!
Covert!
Chiefs!

trembles
trembles
trembles

every
bit of fluff of
the hawk

Satori of
shooting of
Samadhi

carnage of
roaming
mantras

today
dies
Dao

Buddha
will Overtake
Death

only
for the reason
and to

be a scale
on the wings of
butterfly

extend
Death for the sake of
War of Nothing

Death for the sake of
Nothing of
No

not "measured"
and not "weighed
on scales"

to kill the most
beautiful
females

to live
amongst the rats
and eagles

Total!
Darkness of!
Dao!

"Prima Linea" of
liquidation of
Lao-Tzu

outside god
Wild Jerk of
Abyss

the killed
became Much
Stronger


BIRTH OF ZERO




bees don't have
refuge in
jewels

the shot!
the flower's born
in the center of brow

drops
for the battle of
the hard rain

the unborn
is being born
further

to slash
yourself and
leave

the leap of
the shredding into
the grasshopper

no one
rolls dead
scarab

up
the leap of
the bottom

leap of the tiger
and of the Real
Tiger

dance of the bull
on cremation of
matadors

Buddhaness of
eating up
carrion

Death
in the End of
Downfall

Downfall
in the Beginning of
Death

Buddha –
only the part of
the worm!

gripping
the hawk with the beak of
the bumble-bee

to take the splinter
out of the soft
bits of fluff

only the explosion
perfects
further

fell off
the rime from
the boughs

orchid
in the orgasm of
dew

paradise of
blooming of
the rose

the Void is
for No
Nothing


DAY OF CRYSTAL KNIVES




take away from them
Your Own
Death

Nothing of
unborn
child

the sound of
wiping
the mirror

Day of
Crystal
Knives

to shutter paradise
with speck of
Dao

to shutter hell
with little hair of
De

to flow as
a drop from
the leaf

to kill with
"splash
in silence"

the strategy
of snowflake
battles

ritual of
getting sink wolf's
teeth into

the dew
rushes about
in rage

who can
thrust with
the petal?

kill of Existence
in Nothing
Isn't!

the thrill of butterfly
is more pure than
the courage of tiger

the rat opens
its third
eye

interlacing of the tails
of scattered
lizards

grains of sand
are overfilled with
precipice

reflection of the tiger
breaks outside of
mirror

the Great War of
germinating
grains

the hurricane
has sheltered
the ear-stem

Triumph of
defeated
tears


UNKNOWN SIGNS OF GOD




Spirit begins
from the worship of
the mother-cockroach

from the fall of
imperceptible
drop

from the attack of
the invisible
dragon-fly

to gush out
as a flow of
blood

each
each
each

womb is
cleaner than Holy
Mother!

only thus
says
Spirit:

was crucified
not Jesus
but the tree

moth resurrects
Before and Earlier than
Christ

unknown
signs of
God

trace of
the squashed
moth is

the light of
the heavenly
lightning!

wolf of the Spirit
is fed by
the shot

rage of
blazes of
the Sun

the flow of Fire
drew the rose
in

drops
cripple
the rain

faster
lose
your Power!

faster
lose
your Might!

through
the smallest
speck of dust

exposing of
Great
Emptiness

just
moved
the leaf


DEAD HEAD: CAPUT MORTUUM




blade of grass is
beyond the complicacy of
tracery

the absence of
exhaustness of
withdrawal

helping rats
in Time of
Plague

to stroke
heads of
viper

knives are
held by
wounds

to decant
potassium
cyanide

the black kite
seeks only
air

pupil of an eye
widens in
the light

contemplating
autumn
bumble-bees

lacking
bullets in
the charger

speed of
stripping off
a the skin

bringing
the tree in
trance

opening of
the unbloomed
bud

in itself
crumbled
leaf

face of
flying
swallow

ricochet of the bullet
from the sides of
the skull

Charon
does not prepare
funeral

Decease
doesn't die
from Death

Hard Rain –
Not a Single
Drop!

no longer
anyone
dies!

the Blood flows
from
ItSelf


DENIALS




we are not
worthy of
Death

the Void is
not our
sanctuary

we are
not to show
Nothing

nirvana
plays
Death

for you
is inaccessible
Decease

we all
simply will
die

without
Nothing
there is No

without
Pure Burst of
Death!

O Gautama,
shoot at
Buddha!

to burn
not the tree
but Boddhi!

whisper
sunk in
scream

terror of
primordial
frailty

mind of
dying of
the beetle

the last
coupling of all
scales

the power of!
the grip of!
little paws!

thorns
are the
rose

passes of
severed
fingers

interlaced and
unlaced
the tracery

leaves
rejected
boughs

wild geese
fly
away

instant of
scattering of
rats


CHARMED WITH THE DEATH OF DEVIL




they
will again
betray you

I
don’t know
when

stand
behind my
back

aim
without fear
at the head

shoot
right in
the back of the head

turn me over
and shoot in
the face -

if
there is still
a face!

quietly
whisper at
the temple

touch
the chapped
lips

you
mean
nothing

forget
your
name

no one
sees
any one

they
can’t be
saved already

the Gift! of
Absolute!
Waste!

the worm – escaping
cocoon – explodes as
the moth!

explosion of
the worm really is
the butterfly

rupture of
the butterfly really is
God

if there is God

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