poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Jóhann Jóhannsson
The ocean-maker has died — tidings of the day’s first light My Korean and Asturian halves united by the massive waves engendered in his Icelandic heart both grieved, slowly sipping in the austerity of lapsang-souchong The Theory of Everything Arrival Flight from the city IBM 1401 Fordlândia A legacy of work to move the spirit a path of sobriety, a majestic reflection an inflection point of the soul Of causes unknown ’tis said of his early passing but the cause is plain to see Our puerile world can only absorb so much impact at one time from the works of giants 10-II-2018
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