Threshold memory (IV)
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I walk ,a little unsteadily
along the shore of my rediscovered words...
The everyday face for convenience
and totemic posture ready to implode ,
frozen in silence and umbrellas ...
A clinical odor attaches itself to my carnal garments .
I thirst for water wet with burning shivers ...
A female with pretence allurements
forgets to measure her phonic glycemia ...
Sorry love I don\'t have my stage costume !
I\'m just a living thought in his antique store ,
wisely waiting my turn ...
What am I doing in this writing queue ?
Are you just a bland echo of my amnesia ?
I walk,a little dizzy and uneasy ,
my barefeet sinking into the heat of a black sand ,
my head in the foam spewed from the silent mouth
of a volcano purring on the canopy ...
Epilogue .