Three years, two months. Thirty-six minutes.
you speak further and further. i watch observe adsorb your image , afraid that it will vanish underneath the thick piece of cloth that comes between us – ocean and earth and then a lake , plenty of them, cold tricky wax . the meaning that i now find not to compare you to abstract nouns might be due to the unconsciousness of Not. Like so many other things in the past.
Water in my face, coffee and bread, cigarette sang on a trembling desire to spin the wheel forward. The envelope is sealed inside a big old box i cry i cry no more. meaningless to cry, does not bring relief anymore, but despair . either way i sing and dance as if I cried inevitably, probably shortcutting the rids that are now born in both sides of my mouth . dark eyes from the inside, of course… barely no sleep at all, for all will be equal as before when i wake up , hands holding pieces of coloured cotton as if shouting out loud ‘here’s the whole world except for me’ . no except anymore .
my back hurt, but the walking doesn’t stop. from this moment on ,
you speak further and further. i watch observe adsorb your image , afraid that it will vanish underneath the thick piece of cloth that comes between us – ocean and earth and then a lake , plenty of them, cold tricky wax . the meaning that i now find not to compare you to abstract nouns might be due to the unconsciousness of Not. Like so many other things in the past.
Water in my face, coffee and bread, cigarette sang on a trembling desire to spin the wheel forward. The envelope is sealed inside a big old box i cry i cry no more. meaningless to cry, does not bring relief anymore, but despair . either way i sing and dance as if I cried inevitably, probably shortcutting the rids that are now born in both sides of my mouth . dark eyes from the inside, of course… barely no sleep at all, for all will be equal as before when i wake up , hands holding pieces of coloured cotton as if shouting out loud ‘here’s the whole world except for me’ . no except anymore .
my back hurt, but the walking doesn’t stop. from this moment on ,
I'll take the world – photo negative .
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