translated from Italian by Lisa Heresh and Adra Mungeitz
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April between the paquina and the pelore
does not consider evolutionary hypotheses
it's not even a sub-variant
and she does not care about the impossible
can you repeat this is the first infidel
a step towards eternity
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of one era and a deer jaw
there are enough thunders in the cave
to swim through the Mesolithic to comprehend
incomprehensible within the mind
does not make comprehensible anything here
tiny flint blades solidify themselves
I do not expect a provision of votes
leave of your own free will
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not life in time and unites with the voice
every sound and point of life I give to the darkness
my mother and my mother is a fish and
on the moon I have a son and a mother
suffocates in the circle and does not close
closes continuously continuous after
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aggressive nature from shocks
incessant eruptions a simple splash
just from the center pipe in the delta
Is there any spilled water or not?
red flower and all pale dipped
indifference to the face of sleep
the way darkness falls on the sky
caressing
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the new moon empties its side
shows it as a sign of something
which does not exist: an interrupted albedo
the wounding of what comes
from some other world to the world
others that do not want to pass
and takes possession of your time and takes it away from you
makes it pass: he has none
no sympathy for you
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not even cholera can be seen from here
but that's for sure: twice
not the same but another ax
case and all these are worthy
I pity the skull with pseudo-poetic
exposure: evil mind
spits out a cigarette from a real one
skull and that's it, it's all over