Neruda in the Noosphere When “NO’ had meaning when all of the evening I watched and indifference was

Sated It had had enough of its lost Beauty— Innocence had a birthright life : Meaning All Birth is Celebration Against Death All of my Bards and my Martyrs Survived Nobody wanted my Tormented Anguish --Why ask for reasons if you are my Life? Then isn’t every Wound a Wood Fiber? A place where a Suture was Sewn with Twine Its vibrations its melodies Entwined Where a soul once was you have Poetry. The exchange becomes your title, Old Bard Underground with his Miners, Neruda

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