What opens open
Approaches close
To empty the already deserted
Disorients the uncertain
Heads without a path
It never existed but I delete it
Wanting without object
Voice without an alphabet
Filling a body already full
The excess, the excepted
The etcetera and everything else
From the ground to the sky, from the mouth to the rectum
I alone
In my emptiness
If I didn't die
Didn't even exist
Just me alone
In my fuse
Future dust
That gave birth to me

INVIA LE CORREZIONI