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PROTOTYPE

 

Smoking  

ephemeral writing circles.  

The self,  

transformed into reflexes,  

into cysts  

of immediate sugars,  

grabs the heart  

of the earth  

and throws itself  

into the digital  

to dance  

the boredom  

of production.  

Butterfly pleasures  

that burn  

in the light of time  

dissolved by emergencies,  

indefinite splintering

as prototype.

 

Poenaru 

 
 

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