sexta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2015


Rubber bands lie
on the floor
when everything else
flows out of the window.

Mosquitoes bite
every piece of being
which is not
entirely torn apart/

There is a whole of it
that might never be changed
for it has never meant to be
any more than this glimpse

Wisps of light hover
over the gloomy bliss
of an empty sound!

Positive deviation
thrust into a senseless
non-functional whirl

Come back inside (x)


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