Voiceovers of dress rehearsals
with you in the wings
running lines for passersby . . .
the moment fanning out
to memories of desire . . .
And so it returns . . .
the insistence of wind
in the guise of the lost . . .
players cast about for alternatives
losing themselves in the paroxyms of reason
grief segmenting the past
making it more interesting
than it possibly could have been . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |