Bar
Everyday we mimic the bar for instance the electric wire,
the ways, the road leading to the north, the road leading
to the west or east or south,
or sometimes the ropes and somehow their threads and
towers?,
and sometimes the cars themselves that travel away?,
and the vision of the swans and the movements of the
winds about the weather of the day?.
And sometimes monsters' dreams and eeries and zombies
and all sorts of clumsy witches.
And sometimes all what is neither blue nor barmaid
and barcodes providers and nightmares of let say
backyard bro bro bro....
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