fission

I had to dislodge

go out and come back again

there were

only bad strings attached, connections burned out

like after the sun in hot summer

lights went out

on a stage

where

I used to play every day

my lips turned

from burgundy to plum

from pink to blue

from green to red

and this disarray

of all shapes and figures around

made me doubt

all my capabilities

of picking it up

from the ground

in just few words

never enough

to overcome

the nastiest feeling of incongruity

tearing our times

like a gale

without proper measurements

to stand the test of time

completely out of time

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October 2022

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