Who and who doesn’t


Touch me in an interrupted pattern
to find
the way out
quickly as to prevent stagnation
the body moves itself
discuss with your motion a wasted dream of a shadow
Meet it as a close friend
empty and near
as a tone
vibrate, circulate
a mute body is abandoning itself
Daily motivation makes a phrase spin
lost in the skin of a drum
strictly stunned
strong vision
meeting, feeding itself out of the next
in a square which is locked to free
internal battles
engaging the air
like chewing the aroma
of a taste that leaves me.




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