Your halter top loosens for a motorcycle working
through the gears of epistemology
as if the nothing in the epic is worth mulling over . . .
Generations of mimes have done this
for outpatients who in sultry moments
defer to traffic signals coded to lie . . .
AI for all, yes? . . .
Yeats appears in a side street black Subaru
to advance yardage as specced in the last episode . . .
perhaps the last episode as we wander
across the mind's moors singlehandedly
expecting closure . . . but noone will be there . . .
Can you imagine the anticipation
at this time of year when all by default are bemoaning? . . .
Forget it, the creek has embraced a perpetual shudder . . .
The facades with their onomatopoeias
capturing moments on the fly as is so often the wish . . .
Understanding will arrive in a Cybertruck
as you remove your Uggs
to enter a marsh in search of the assignment . . .
Yes, you're hoping an enhancement . . .
And if it doesn't, you will still be able to scroll . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |