The world spins around an endless
axis of women's legs ...
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A mischievous genius emerged from a can
of coke thrown to the rats of Manhattan .
I'ts raining in Brussels and boredom
watches over my slumber .
The spirits of mount Fuji question
the hanged men of the night .
This world continues to turn to
the ticking of its metronome madness .
In Whitechapel, Miss Marple on the track
of the angel maker cast out of heaven ...
On Abbey Road I meet four boys in turmoil.
With my stars and guts of general
I will seduce the queen of all Paris !
A chick dressed in chanel numb 5
is waiting for the midnight express ...
Can you see this cadaver floating
in the Trevi fountain and leaving me
with nostalgia for Fellini's strada ...?
Could it be that love exists in this
grotesque metaverse ?
Maybe a dark-skinned ebony longing
for me in a Lagos shantytown...
I believe in this beauty that the colors
of a lie tell us .
Word of mouth buzzes with a Schuman resonance
Finally purified of this trompe l'oeil touch ...
Give me back the polar embrace of Montreal
so that my soul may become winter once more...
Capricious mirror could show me where to find
the street of happiness
in this world spinning around
the dark reflection of endless death ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 24th, 2026 11:07
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Comments2
Death as the hidden axis of the world, and life as an endless rotation around it.
Very powerful imagery!
Can the fish see the water around it ?
Maybe the fish doesn’t see the water, but it feels the current. Perhaps we sense the axis even if we can’t fully see it.
I can only imagine that the spirit of Mt. Fuji would question the hanged men since Taro was not known there till modern times. The Beatles on Abbey road have my album used to be a favorite of mine. Nicely written Lorenz
Mount Fuji questions the desesperate of those who have chosed the dark reflection of the forest .
That makes it much clearer
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