Stronger than the Impossible Situation Houdini Escaped From
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This morning of this spring just passed is past.
It always can’t return, not ever. Then
The day when it’s remembered(?) — it would last
A moment and be gone. We know this when
We face the truth. A Nietzschean theory.
Or Christian doctrine cannot win
Against this truth. You fight till weary,
Beyond that tiredness fight, yet in the sin
Of struggle you will lose. No. You have lost
Already, always, lost the fight before
You start. Already always you have crossed
To time and place that has no open door.
Houdini asked his wife to search the cave
Of death for him but he can’t slip the grave.
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