Had a vision of circular ruins, copyrighted
material, docents and editors proliferating
at the end of an indeterminate consciousness
realizing itself through social networks.
Saw solicitors publishing content, critics
becoming legitimate, authoritative language
and versification wandering narrative texts
in decadent patterns from without modernity.
But the media were recalled to the texture
of her garment, her voice, to the unveiling
of her reality constructed beyond threads.
The rise of a personal savior of illumined sun
annihilates a bad poet's artifacts, leaving her
in essence beyond the poor vision of prophets.
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