Deep-Dyed Detachment

Piers of Duty and Gaze

I needed to hold, wait to bring what I bought, breathe until I could have had it. And so I just waved and stood near the station waiting for the thoughts that I would store in the box I was holding, breathing the winter gales misted with foggy air. In two hours I had escaped.

My time is tingling on my tongue, my head is heading into heaven from this stark thicket that is my home now. Torpidity is there, Lucidity is here! There I can go but I’ll stay here. I’ll litter the sparkle and clean the junk while shattered and speaking- said say see stars strewn, streaked athwart splendid skies. Tunneling towards the tunnel to tributes and things. I’m not ashamed, I’m shameless, and I’m happy! Lapses in the valves that striate my heart of hearts are pumping fleetingly, the capital capillaries, venereal veins, artful arteries push and…

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Autore: alessandria today

Ex Dirigente, consulente e ora blogger


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