worrying desire of transcending sayings
terrible sensation of Desertion
vulgar anger impulses
my metal state my actual state
absorbed by the vitreous glassy liquid of my arbitrary starvation
moments spent in understanding the game
in another context I would have taken possession
I would have elected my new path
making my strings vibrate shouting to time, crying inside
I can't I don't have to I don't want to
I see my old vision vanishing
like the breath passing through my harm
I tighten it, I fill it with my condition
I'm unarmed before events
foolish miniatures, temporary alterations
Dilemmas the game is keeping for me
iniquitous joy, iniquitous joy
flavour disappeariNg from my emotions
slow, relentless, clever
it insinuates itself carrying myriads of sounds
I don't like it I don't want it
now I know it
flooded in my mind
bridled in my heart
I would like to listen to new sounds
to be stripped from my mental iterations
already ragged behaviour structures
protectiNg a shield erected by myself
that has no reason to exist
