Before I start writing and reading this paragraph,
The amount and despair of words, hallucination,
I suddenly perceived that my hands were writing my body
All over the keyboard, and suddenly, though, I lost
The flame across the country, where is my peacock
Whose plumes I used to blame the mountains in the fire
Where I saw the kite whipping my mother, the words
Hang in the streets, nay the global market,
Wait just a few seconds, the flow blowing the space
And time where I found glowworms behind the balcony,
There's always a balcony there, for such matter in my room,
Why is the burial across the city closing the last doors
In the open month, the spice she eats, her stomach
Crying because once a dead ballerina needs to eat.
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Time and space delusion
Poetry«Time and space delusion» is a poem whose subject of enunciation wants to keep the vanity of the closest seconds of idleness, since he can't throw himself into the essence of bygone. Therefore, it is at least a search for nothing.
