You're three-quarters in, more like four-fifths . . .
the fit and finish
of many years of off-and-on attempts
at involvement, at engagement . . .
The files in your folder labeled fodder . . .
encryption, hybridity, binaries . . .
Think devolution . . . if you want to spiral . . .
and please don't bring up the failed-essay deal
as if you default aspire to fragmentation . . .
If only counters zeroed-out
maybe you wouldn't . . .
Wouldn't what? . . .
There will be no retrospection today . . .
or tomorrow . . .
That was then, yes? . . .
Try the trip-wire
re-creating or recreating the page
with clips from a different genre . . .
Which is? . . .
You know, prose poems mimicking oral storytelling . . .
Yes, and so begins the mismatch:
a minute ago you were 25 . . .
and now? . . .
I suppose preponderance . . .
That makes no sense . . .
And here comes Stanislavski's An Actor Prepares . . .
That neither . . .
OK, how about to the manner born
with yourself inside yourself . . .
filling notebooks
using the Leonardo Encryption App
day in day out . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |