The back of the T.V.
absorbs the red and
yellow curtain colour,
and I can see all
of it from behind,
in fact
there is something
near the edge
of the stage everywhere,
you walk on
and then off
**** I always wanted
to be something like
Rimbaud,
a creator of something,
yet unheard of...
but for all the things
I've read,
I still can't find the urge,
as the roller coaster
flips
over
like a
beautiful female body,
wow - stops in mid air,
you can study live film
on a crowd of human eyes,
as the heart of time
jumps a beat,
in seconds a hundred
human feet start going
again,
you stop....where?
wherever...
the diamonds at Rox
shrink in their little sox.
whenever I stoop,
I make silver - happen,
didn't you observe,
the glow right there,
right now?
why wouldn't it dim,
when you can move,
have anything at your
command,
ah! resplendently,
all it's takes
is a millisecond,
and we're all on
our knees,
sobbing all over
the secret seams...
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