i avoid to focalise
into this silence
my solitary kangaroos are having a party
silence is hardly accessible...
one once said : be still and know
unstill : unknowing?
i promise to this self of "mine"
to be still right before sleep
planning to modify the dreamness of the bedroom
i might access the matrix of this bizare self
the kangaroos might move away
even the chapters of faintless melancholy?
my utilitarian awareness might experience bliss
i might transform to something not yet imagined
i might even laugh three times before sunrise...
O.K?
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