It
doesn’t have to act a part, although
it
mustn’t bore. It mustn’t not suffice,
and
mustn’t not deposit you into a state
of
wanting more. It mustn’t not delight
and
mustn’t not unnerve, and if it serves up
double-negatives,
it mustn’t not appear
absurd.
Mustn’t not be as suggestive
as a glance,
mustn’t not evince a gorgeous
sound,
mustn’t not permit a chance
of getting
lost and being found. Mustn’t
not
divide into two avatars who run through
all your
heavens and your hells. Mustn’t
not
cast spells. Mustn’t not love error,
mustn’t
not be this: the only way, today,
that you
can find to say what feeds
your terror and your bliss.
.
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