Worshipping Lali

More than meets the eye

I am a sacred dilettante in the guise of a know-it-all, a hypocrite pretending to be single-minded, a raging bush fire in the cloak of candle, a virgo-poet imprisoned in the hunch of an Igor, the dancing universe performing finiteness.

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Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.