Skating on the steel grid of prismatic distropic cities
the body keeps on fighting against gravity
decentring and distorting our visual capability
to recognize sudden analogies between space and spaces.
A conscious dulling of mind’s balancing power.
We laugh at its all-embracing will.
Stuck. Feet.
Slightly open mouth.
Essential breath.
Caught in the middle of the metropolitan zootrope
We persuade our sense to be moving on
While the vacuum does fill the landscapes
And the shadows do shape the eXcrescenCes of eXistenZ
Dazzled by the perfect man to come,
enchanted by the vision of sharp dissolving glassy frosts,
the flesh-uNt-nails citizens step ahead as the green light turns on
Oblivious to be spinning round the toothed wheel
Of a lonely future continuous tense.
NOW IN CITYPULSE
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