But it wasn't everything always
the lines more different than alike
appropriated from Greek tragedies
by skeletons awaiting the call . . .
There are others in the wings . . .
There will always be others in the wings
finessing their choreography
with alphabetical certitude . . .
Outswimming your self
with devil-may-care strokes
you push identity-theft
to boggle the minds
of scaredy cats and leaf-rustlers
with grayed-out options . . .
Everything . . . and more . . .
within reach . . . in theory . . .
The slapdown bulks-up beyond the mirror-image . . .
You think it odd? . . .
Life out of balance . . .
The moment to moment is not the same . . .
The words . . . not the same . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |