Hey Just Look...
Hey, just look.
I will show you how.
Starting from the space,
in this order, acquisitions, demolitions
Behind mans, with footsteps inside their heads.
Crawling to the end of time
Alice scream, falling down the deep hole
Rolling like little drops,
through the clouds riding away
Running flash, like a bullet slow crossing the town
The place; a Shooting star, pieces, carry by a carriage through gipsy hills.
Get me a woman, with a tale to spare, spells
poem by Luca Menin
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