Last night I wanted to get a tonic gin A chance to chat about nothingness and full shades to gallop up the gossip of the city and the need to lose yourself outside to be able to mow in woven cloths of hormones of the crowd I did not go out after all valves of flash valves of bone closed the gates have lowered their jaws the air like an extinguished wind/ a truck tarpaulin has joined together all around me I fell asleep in myself one time payment frozen by parasites of non-becoming in my shadow cone thinking of you- a cracked window in a collapsed boat - angular orange shining In a Sicilian shady land.
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