Mind-boggling show and tells
puppy-like on makeshift silent-screen backlots
sometimes among headstones
to make the most of rubbings . . .
The sacred geometry of chance . . .
Then elapsation . . . and you're elsewhere
jabbering for roles
that highlight your good-to-the-last-drop selfies . . .
If only the timer . . .
Photoshopped, perhaps? . . .
But that's not the shape of your heart, yes? . . .
On this stage what matters is no longer a matter . . .
up and out with tail no longer bushy . . .
Here a necromancer to choreograph
a dance with realignment
and proprioception for flagging élans vital . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |