Fake
In neutral what was accelerated, but symphysis
I don't know what it is, we only know now
from cracks, cracks and stains
on the walls and the foundations, everything
seemed on the rails, pretending to be happy
everyone, but in neutral everything is, the house
it's just cockroach bark and amputated ants
under the yoke of tiny being, dread in the shop windows
in the old night of artificial lights, yes, in reverse
the old structure of grinding meat and minds - opera of the dead*
crowning the days of the living, all reacting
as a zero behind the mask.*
*: Opera of the Dead is an allusion to Autran Dourado's book (1926-2012, MG, BRAZIL)
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