To write is to confine experience,
however absurd, into a prison,
entering the restrictions of language.
Given our limitations, this sentence
recreates the boundaries of our setting,
entertaining the reader with treason
attributes to a player on the stage
the crime of betrayal to our country.
Anarchismo is a young man betting
morbidly on the graves of his parents,
engaged in throwing dice against tombstones,
recreation and chance, fortune presents
itself within a crypt of family bones,
cool to the touch, the damp floor sets him free,
as he imagines Parliament on fire,
nervously, he dreams of flying machines.
Nothing but empty thoughts arise, his plan,
only a seed, involves hydrogen gas,
via dirigible balloons, to scan
eagle-eyed, the House of Lords, and let pass
lighter-than-air aircrafts invites a pyre.
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