Agreements of Body and Voice
.
No one saw the ones
that were in Giordano Bruno
when he spoke
They did not burn
on borrowed lips
the ones who came from far away
The bonfire that was life
did not go out
in the fire that was death
In spite of Bruno’s pile of cinders
what it bore survives
Each life is no more
than the time assigned
to a man
as a turn of light
And the Voice is loyalty
no uproar hides
from a sharp ear
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