Lavínia
plalace
- Feb 19, 2024
- 70
Rotten, sour smell,
Bubbly exasperation,
Shyness, industrial piercing.
Coughing increasing, choking,
Nose closing, no air.
I ask for silence, silence, stop the waves.
I fed myself, I cared for, set of symbols.
Poem of the wheel, 'spinning an axle, grinding'.
Knock on the dough, articulate,
Synaptic explosions,
3.141592653589793238462643.
Knock again, massage the dough.
Our brain is milky white,
Pink only external, massage.
Learn more numbers, fix more.
'Screw head, linear gear;
A sky of exploding stars;
A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes
In all directions'.
Yes, the poem, I picked it up when I was anxious, in crises.
I like cacophonies, they comfort me.
299,792,458.
Massage, Gedanken on a train.
I'm in the last carriage.
In the first one lightning strikes,
Black landscape, light from gas lamps.
Black leaves greet the locomotive.
I get up from the seat.
On the shelf, on the right there is wine, whiskey,
Cigarette, cigar. Mental pleasures,
Get addicted without using.
On the right there is a set of books.
I open it, there are formulas, there are poems.
Recordings, patterns,
Points of attention, escapes.
Euler, Avogadro, 6.022x10^23, π, C, Ly (9,460,730,472,580.8 km), C6H12O11, C12H22O11, axiom, thermodynamics, entropy, Boltzmann, Forest is not a Great Filter, cosmic microwave background radiation, adding and subtracting equals from equals, phosphate, points of inference in disharmony with the observable, the difference of the squares of two numbers [...], hatred for Arendt's innocence, appreciation for Heidegger's way of working.
Turn the page, there was something else, I don't remember,
I haven't been here for a long time.
Close the book, sit down, and look into the darkness.
Fragment of peace, silence and solitude.
Petrichor, pleasant feeling.
I can sleep here, my space, my train.
My Gedanken.
Bubbly exasperation,
Shyness, industrial piercing.
Coughing increasing, choking,
Nose closing, no air.
I ask for silence, silence, stop the waves.
I fed myself, I cared for, set of symbols.
Poem of the wheel, 'spinning an axle, grinding'.
Knock on the dough, articulate,
Synaptic explosions,
3.141592653589793238462643.
Knock again, massage the dough.
Our brain is milky white,
Pink only external, massage.
Learn more numbers, fix more.
'Screw head, linear gear;
A sky of exploding stars;
A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes
In all directions'.
Yes, the poem, I picked it up when I was anxious, in crises.
I like cacophonies, they comfort me.
299,792,458.
Massage, Gedanken on a train.
I'm in the last carriage.
In the first one lightning strikes,
Black landscape, light from gas lamps.
Black leaves greet the locomotive.
I get up from the seat.
On the shelf, on the right there is wine, whiskey,
Cigarette, cigar. Mental pleasures,
Get addicted without using.
On the right there is a set of books.
I open it, there are formulas, there are poems.
Recordings, patterns,
Points of attention, escapes.
Euler, Avogadro, 6.022x10^23, π, C, Ly (9,460,730,472,580.8 km), C6H12O11, C12H22O11, axiom, thermodynamics, entropy, Boltzmann, Forest is not a Great Filter, cosmic microwave background radiation, adding and subtracting equals from equals, phosphate, points of inference in disharmony with the observable, the difference of the squares of two numbers [...], hatred for Arendt's innocence, appreciation for Heidegger's way of working.
Turn the page, there was something else, I don't remember,
I haven't been here for a long time.
Close the book, sit down, and look into the darkness.
Fragment of peace, silence and solitude.
Petrichor, pleasant feeling.
I can sleep here, my space, my train.
My Gedanken.
