a oxidized clock hung on a crumbling wall, and full of
cobwebs that invade the hours, it was a liar aphelion,
and we touched it there, it was a perihelion's time
myriad of sifted seconds on the golden grid
the best remaining stones to adore
flashes of last autumn, precious millimeters,
cause of abrasion
where do we go now, man? 30 days only
for 2 compelled lancets to slow down, but it’s
wonderful to spend a lively time stealing
a future from the clouds
next and future are blank grains, located nearby
wondering what's the next hurdle,
black-white holograms masked by rhetoric poetry
flashes of last autumn, precious millimeters
cause of abrasion
where do we go now, man? 30 days only
for 2 compelled lancets to slow down, but it’s
wonderful to spend a lively time stealing
a future from the clouds
Solo: Emiliano Pacioni
infinite vaults no more sustained, rolling debris scraped away
never parallel orbits allow more than one point of solid
contact
where do we go now, man? 30 days only
for 2 compelled lancets to slow down, but it’s
wonderful to spend a lively time stealing
a future from the clouds
and we touched it there