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Living on the inverse strip,
behind all the humour
all the jokes, behind,
laughed at or not…

swimming in a sea of solitude.
or could one say,
from an ego perspec
,
,

   “is It swimming in me”

the tidyness of time is an illusion
We go to get fucked in the face by computer screens
giving our energy
doling it out,
the valuable repetition unthought about….
….lost things, things unlost,
they check in with i/u.s from time to time

Holographic walls,
butting up against an incredible chromium cock,
that nauseating metallic ringing singing
   it fascinates, and
   as a marvel,
   as a hardly geometric undertaking
   I is likely to slip under
   and rome in those corridors and unexisting shafts
      tock   tick
          toc  tic
     tic
      Thinking,
“I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER”