Obstupefactus
I handle household appliances with suspicion
adjust the temperature and error
As I complain the clouds have stopped raining
I go out to live
here in the basic world
I head neurotic to where I don't know
It's been hundreds of years I do it like this
I uncontrol the real images
and submerge in me
contour obstacles posts people
difficult to coordinate so many organs that pulsate
the brain as it knows how to send more blood
for the leg that I must now lift?
there on the corner the spaceship descends
I'm going to board
from above the view is still ugly
amorphous dead city I will never return
I beg you, hurry up, let's get out of here
tomorrow maybe in a new home
maybe i give up giving up
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