You decide for sanity's sake to climb
into a different dream
your costume feathered
to ensure a lyric feast of words
spinning the mind beyond language . . .
You have come to enjoy
the catapults of edits
lobbed by holdovers
along the borders of the margin . . .
The seduction of the blank page pins you . . .
The unrecognizable new awes you
the misconnection of dots
miscalling the nothing-really-here . . .
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| Paolo Roversi |