No fainter could it beNear abstractAlmost suckled withBy a fluent ex-citizen, fatherIn his grave still murmuring-…, Perché!? …, Bastardi!More pale in-commonsFor what! The scarecrow,Which is the impaled spearOn the gate, or theShe, who nursed the seven hills,A fortifying walled growth…
Category: Reflection
Eighteen Square Yards
(I) Two unspoken words Spark in the head, and at once Action utters. Motes of smoke swing along A span of ages, Mess whirls on both sides, up And down and otherwise; A bit of vacuum near the market Empty and clean ready for rent. Vertical to every other, these Arrows unfold as rude offers… Continue reading Eighteen Square Yards
Too Many Irons
Rather than resort to any A glass, if it just goes unpenned Around Is a tongue settled last to aural With elusive semiotics A day of very few what To Do, What for on earth, to be written down, and With a tongue another, thought, playing Monologues Streams of ink water the characters Heaps of… Continue reading Too Many Irons
Scales of Another
Out of spectral-levels perspectives employing interpretations of the accelerating discoveries and ever integrating laws of science, into common sense shockingly speeding as never has been known before; is there any decisiveness to attribute some, indisputably, to truths other than those of Man in the dawn of life, and death, sun and moon, morning and evening… Continue reading Scales of Another
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As the fingerboard is set Converts to a runway, ready I wish I wouldn’t be lonelier, that once Down dazzled, a Horrified chicken of doubts. Friend of vacuum never minds Being hollow As long as sharing airs secured Between fingers and lips They could be a reed, or barrel Serving smoke, of a Russian Rolette… Continue reading Attachment
Scale Fixing 