a way to open eyes
and new paths
to follow
dys- , i like it.
to function is boring.
de-struction can be
frighteningly beautiful
with open skies
and new lines,
dis-torted views,
weeds growing wild
and birds singing,
all these voices
filling the void,
crossing vast deserts
and a new hope,
though i am drunk.
i am drunk on death
and i am drunk on life.
i am drunk on love,
on wine,
and i am stuffed
with my self.
i need to erase
all these gigabytes
of false memories.
they are in the way
of a life
which should not
repeat itself.
crash the hard disk
destabilize the software,
put a virus there
which nobody can destroy.
life is beyond control.
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