sábado, 11 de setembro de 2010


Come to my world of madness, that you will be, no more, but less in the lips of the piper. Let’s get the rain. Bow. Chronos of the cities.
The labor of the carpenter in the eyes of the centopedes.
The lost ways of virginity, of distress.
Desire blows the fire to that cow. Tree into the irradiation of Sirius.

Omicron burned inside the footsteps of morality.
The redundancy rides the inner vortex.
Vacuum over – never-mind – the Furies in the worm electronic sphere.

Experiência com a poesia fractal em inglês.
Imagem: Alex Grey