Sirmione 2010.
crumbs I long for peace within the four walls of a rectangular pool,
never truly personal.
game with sheets of recycled paper and focus,
pages that merge to become one entity and then break down quickly.
Noia.
Thoughts plagiarized drunkenness.
.. now is the head light ..
.. music and lyrics messed up, drugged ..
I took off aboard the cobalt blue chair.
The balance is invoked from the depths,
increasingly unattainable.
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