Trying to pretend to be asleep,
a way out, a way out to find
from the labyrinth of fingers
and in each one I'm lost, like Oedipus' shadow
lurking behind a column.
I'm not ashamed. I'm scared.
I'm not scared. I am ashamed.
And there's so much more to say.
I'm a mixture of everything, all the colors of the rainbow.
I'm breaking down into chemical elements.
There's no party, the guests are evicted,
no sunshine, no abyss.
And these sounds, the sounds of the silence.
the silence clenched in my hands.
I am a wine cork in an empty bottle.
conservation agents and ministries
how many whores are in the senate
my voice and my passion fall into me
i’m forced to cling to reason
before it grabs hold of me
and nails me to the marble floor
Instead of Eyes A Starry Rash...
(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)
Caesar s Coctail
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