Hyperion of the
future
for Friedrich Holderlin
Your 36 years of silence freed
36 thousand birds from the
hegemony of nonsense,
but you already knew that this
was going to happen, didn’t you?
You, an eremite in
Greece, a remnant from
Periclean antiquity
You, created the Hyperion
of the future, a little monster
—for them
Your Aias smile
makes me weep
When I grumble
you become quiet
so we both can grow
Your silence makes us live longer.
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