On Forgetfulness and Aesthetics (a 2nd attempt on explaining the title)

On Forgetfulness and Aesthetics

(a 2^nd attempt on explaining the title)

Around 4 pm the engine starts

In the nearby section, the pile

is growing

towards freedom -

unknown machine, thinking

above the water level, things

get rough, if not truly inclement

when you're naked

or a fish

too much fatness can kill you

too much memory, as well

let the body be less

body

beyond the flesh, beauty

is more

Letters, books, an old fan at pause

parked for ages - I count on your discretion

should the word rubbish

be heard

drowning

or the body be seen

rummaging through

foamy teeth grasp the essence

of material, as the last blister undoes

gravity

When the lines are hold together, they

don't exist and

the whole is a chamber of

pulchritude

unless structure

decays

Around 11 pm the engine stops

In the nearby section, the pile

is gone.

© José Coelho, 2015