She came from Rome – she made us grow libertine settlements
The splay of road, the tooth of drone, the smudge of memory
The sharpest tongues that shave ancestral bones into the handle of
An axe we throw into Limbo to watch the dark explode
Our egos grow aquatic clones on beaches staggering
A light bestows the reef below with clues unravelling
The water spoke : there are no gods with motives hovering
Give us an axe to throw into Limbo and watch the dark explode

INVIA LE CORREZIONI