(Drawing of Michele Zucca )
Holes in the Void
do not know the time
nor leaves that fall to the River
and Death grabbing spell.
are slits in the orange evening buzz.
In the pulp of your eyes wet
wells are awaiting permanent
and buds of eternal idleness
dithyrambs graceful on the pores of becoming,
nothing of my holes
before you are after.
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