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In the whirlpools, people puff and scream for help The spectators whisper the last gossip until the poets hand shoves them away, looking for the right tone He's just messing about because the Way is the Truth of all votes against Everyone gags for meaning in a livable rhythm Groaning, I hold on They are talking about me I hear it in the breaks This is how it will go on with an occasional blow hoping it is a hit It is fiddling and tinkering keep breathing calmly and not short-circuiting
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Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 3:35 AM UTC
Groaning, I hold on
In the whirlpools, people puff and scream for help The spectators whisper the last gossip until the poets hand shoves them away, looking for the right tone He's just messing about because the Way is the Truth of all votes against Everyone gags for meaning in a livable rhythm Groaning, I hold on They are talking about me I hear it in the breaks This is how it will go on with an occasional blow hoping it is a hit It is fiddling and tinkering keep breathing calmly and not short-circuiting
December 11th, 2021 "kéménymadár" ("bird from the chimney"), 2021, Hansko Visser [1966], in collaboration with Lucio Tasca [1993], Reinier van Houdt [1964] and Jasna Veličković [1974]; inspired by Ernö Király Collection "org anp ark" #187
#life#effort
Zywa
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Zywa
Amsterdam
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 3:35 AM UTC
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