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Ho coperto la mia scrivania
cercando di trovare una rotta
tengo a freno ogni smania
/
I've covered my desk
searching for a proper
paradise i work with no rest
cercando di trovare una rotta
tengo a freno ogni smania
/
I've covered my desk
searching for a proper
paradise i work with no rest
Literature
A Foreign Language
The dialect of silence
A ghost in the mirrors
No voice within the throat
Bobbing in vain
Like a disconnected brain within the skull
Still trying to push signals to the body it should be in command of
Patiently waiting for the virulent harlots to cease
Writhing, puking and choking on each other
Plump fingers compacting various substances in gullets torn and gushing puss
All throb with noise
The ghosts dart between the notes flat and broken
Taking advantage of a noiseless breath
To take possession of the host
Literature
Muse
I work in the shadows, casting visions and summoning imagination
with pretty words, for the souls that tremble in frustration.
I appear when I am needed, and must leave although I am wanted.
I am the bolt of lightning that cracks at the feet of those who run out of steam,
spurring them on with a voice as loud as distant thunder.
I sit with the wielders of the pen, brush, lens and chisel,
always behind them, teaching them how to spark,
fanning their thoughts into a blaze.
They shall never see me.
For I cast their Shadows upon them so they may see their size
as I expel the shadows of fear, to guide their way.
I am the Light.
I am the Muse.
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Literature
Vacuous
Vacuous
Terry buried his face in his hands. A muffled groan crept through the cracks of his fingers. Daryl looked back and forth; from Terry to the microwave he’d caused to burst into flames. He did this several times before breaking the prolonged silence.
“How was I supposed to know? You wrap a potato with tin foil when it goes in the oven.”
“You’re an idiot Daryl, you know that? A regular fucking moron. Top dunce in your class. You’re just…” Terry’s voice broke off as he thought.
“Vacuous?” Daryl said.
“Yeah.”
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