Tuesday, April 05, 2005
The eye of rolling
Passing by the eye of rolling
it rolls
as the beer,
the grease,
and the laughing
pass by the gentlemen
Obliteration intensity
done by those in the groove
with the range of vision
of three eyes
I should be brought up
a metal sphere
under the fog gun
with my motion in fat quality.
Why must we think in competitive doubt?
Becoming tired,
the sound of the lane
pushes the boulder of the Sisyphus,
bothers my brain itself
Passing by
the dank passage of the stick
where I gather my record and make dark,
you reset my shoes
you go away
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