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even language ends somehow

expires,
meaning evaporating

words are not exchanged
to reach for some same wavelength

glances are no longer made to make us speak
and circulate saliva

it's all the all destructive gaze
that catches you as a fantastic object

even Seneca became an object to be removed
from Nero's eyes

thus, isn't all wisdom a feast of language
reduced to adjudicated lust

that all brutes deny
while feasting on moral's flesh
that relies entirely on force

heard only by the loudness of their voice
their whispers that destroy your kindness !