Memories, old clothes
in an overfilled closet
get chosen arbitrarily
remembrances
of moments long past.
day of the one sun
champagne reflections
in the riddled roadway;
the wind’s wet humming,
there where silence sleeps,
among agitated scents,
dreaming a vortex of feelings,
capricious fate swallows all acts
in the dazzling carnal joy of
adventure, aesthetic
and youthful.
While a chest bleeds orange from thorns
returning back home from faraway shores
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