dark
I cleaned a piece of which I was certain smokily I polished
dangerously thin limbs
find the bones of known normal perigrinare
levo look down with a whisper dolcevole
in a matter of sound waves
echoes a stop cold sweat
beats and returns to awaken from the illusion
mild I vehemently and embodies a folding screen on which I
distasteful photos of me and others in a slow-known
s'adombra clearly known to the heart
tremestio wave conscious and notes
flooded with the thought that sea and
awakened the sailing of the day with a cloth
orange helmet on the back of the hand that gathers me and I sleep
still pending.
