When the matter
becomes simple improvisation
shadow of itself and you
place of thoughts out of place without light bars
that open the way to the inattention
That is the moment where nothing is more
and everything is mixed in a
vague memory
made inconsistent but that will tie
pretending that there is still a center
Cliché, scripts
soundtracks
open the scene to throw away waste paper
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