Lorenz

Epilogue

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 .