View Full Version : The Last Days of the Irrelevant Name

11-02-2005, 02:37 PM
I have found my resting place,
here, in this forest, this rain
this heat and this cold.
I donīt know who I am.
Itīs something else,
I donīt even know I am somejustone.
It is so pleasing to pass this way,
away from all vanities
and the nominalist pseudovalue
C A Folini.
Itīs trivia for conversation
that I wish to pass
on a day of the heaviest rain,
with the stridentest noise on the tin.
Of course, if possible,
I would like to go while driving,
while the buckets of water
slash the windshield.
But it could be too suddenly humorous
for someone else.