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Nicola Masciandaro 2016
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Si nemo ex me qurat, scio . . .

Augustine

The dream happens, nothing does | A seed in me

grows | Your whole world is my belly | My name
no one knows.

Have nothing to say or feel | Have nothing to do |

Have everything that is real | Have none besides
who.

Empty mine, abandoned me | A whirlwind of dust

| Water flowing to the sea | Between love and lust.

Doesnt matter, dont matter | You say, say, and

say | What never was, I chatter | Will never away.

During the storm, in the dark | Only black to see

| These blind eyes embrace a spark | Neither you
nor me.

The belovednever wrong | For always to love |

Is the harsh command a song | Its absence a dove.

Atom outside time and space | Tiny all of life |

Unseen by the human race | Devoid of our strife.

A whole cosmos came and went | Still the I

remained | Time into zero bent | Whereon me is
chained.

Losing all by losing naught | Floating on a sigh |

In a net of falling caught | Flying up to die.

Secretly in secret think | Hiddenly in love |

Safestly in safety drink | This fire from above.

Talk to me until I die | Now in pure silence | This

tears whisper is the cry | Of your defiance.

Waiting on a spiral word | Never not to come |

Trailing for forevers bird | A line and a crumb.

To gut thyself for nothing | And let loose a sun |

To bleed everything | And get through to none.

Hollowed by a hopeless love | Hallowed by a

name | Swallowed by a golden dove | Gallowed on
a flame.

Nothing wrong with anything | All is wrong with

me | A lie meaning everything | Sin infinity.

Thought that slyly kills itself | Sigh-zero of death

| Panther times panther of stealth | A murder in
breath.

A fire that none can see | A singular flame | That

is the fire for me | One, my only game.

Pressed under oceans of glass | Specimen of love

| No more sun nor air nor grass | No return
above.

You will not hear, will not say | For that life is
hard | Silence upon silence flays | This corpus of
words.

Angel too wants everything | In a special way |

With a new clear voice that rings | The mirror of
day.

Today is the last last day | Tomorrow the first |

Earlier was not OK | And now is the worst.

My blood in a golden bowl | A great mystery |

Drinking it would make us whole | But youre not
thirsty.

This is how to kill the mind | This what to do |

This is all well ever find | This is me or you.

Antenna-top transmitting | Signals of our shout |

One needle knitting | Thread of the way out.

Time to leave, time to depart | So I think and say

| But alls so full of your art | That I stay and stay.

The stars that fell from your hand | From which I

fire took | May they never ever land | Or be named
in book.

You go your way I go mine | Under floors of sea |

To meet at the end of time | Neither you nor me.

Were I to leap from the edge | What else would I

find | But another lower ledge | A more narrow
mind?

Horror is eternity | Inside the screamer | What is

this world-dream to me | Without a dreamer?

Where all vision becomes flat | The ocular square

| Where everyones blind to that | As if being were
there.

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When at last this love breaks me | And desire is

dead | Your word will roar like the sea | From my
severed head.

You take yourself for a spin | Try to feel alive |

While the ocean lies within | Drowning in a sigh.

I write and weep, quote and sigh | Trapped in a

bubble | Made of body, breath, and mind | Deep
under rubble.

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Sun and moon, night and day long | Sea and earth
and sky | All singing a song | You are born to die.

There are no words to express | The desperation

| This continual distress | And rare elation.

Is this what you really are | Your actual state? | Or

somethings that gone so far | It cant know its
fate?

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Mirror opens like a tree | While the flower dies |

Branching bodies into sea | Deeper than our
eyes.

Word abandoned to a glance | Thats the fate of

breath | To swallow lines of a lance | Piercing life
to death.

Incense of a thousand thoughts | Golden coral

sighs | A trillion treasures unsought | Dropping
from my eyes.

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Not-today today as you please | The time never is

| For unlocking golden keys | Treasures hers and
his.

A tightrope walks my balance | Path to who

knows here | Footsteps above such silence | Have
nothing to fear.

To see light falling slower | Than a single thought

| To know Beauty as knower | Of all things and
naught.

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I see you where I am not | Also where I am | Like

the sea in a fish caught | Or look twixt wolf &
lamb.

Split into one like all else | Theres nothing special

| About a lost heart that melts | The fires of hell.

When your tongue loses its eye | And the eye its
tongue | Where your ear whispers a sigh | And the
heart is lung.

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Smarter than all I can say | Is what speaks to you

| Listen to it point the way | Beyond me or you.

Name nothing with your last breath | Now put it

to rest | Abolish all facts of death | In a final test.

Thinking far beyond this life | Living beyond

thought | Soul unsheathes itselfa knife |
Piercing through this knot.

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One pulls one via zero | Sum more than itself | A

pure birth of my hero | From this dark worlds
filth.

A murder took place last night | Without crime or

law | Killed and killer died by fright | Seeing what
none saw.

Strangest sense that nothing is | Desert of the real

| Then scent of that wine of bliss | Which all
things does fill.

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To wipe the soul-window clean | Full empty of

mind | Drive through the worlds triple screen |
And leave it behind.

Life gives itself to living | And living to it | Until

the gift stops giving | And dead is the split.

Swimming always at this speed | Between drops

of breath | Generates strength beyond need | Lifegiving dying death.

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To leave all and follow none | Outside spaces sea

| To stay right here and meet one | Inside the edge
of me.

An horizon of fire | Reflecting the gaze | Of one

whose real desire | Is to fly the maze.

I burn, burn, and burn again | Its all one huge

pyre | Of flames searching through the rain | For
the source of fire.

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The alternate universe | Where this is published |

Is probably worse | Than this oneI wish.

The universal pivot | Holding consciousness | To

this wayward mess | O God whatever is it?

The more obvious it seems | That I should not talk

| The further these verbal dreams | Take me for a
walk.

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Weep over oneself weeping | Losing all to do |

Leap over oneself leaping | Rising like the dew.

Eaten by an alien | Because non-hostile | So

predictable | Trying communication.

Emergency abstraction | Deaf pose of cool

thought | Tripping out with no traction | On its
own dark plot.

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Turn out to have been nothing | Zero all along |

Exhume it all from something | Not singer or
song.

Losing the war with language | Lost the war with

thought | Near empty the gauge | Knot tying the
not.

Truth not what I tell myself | So cut out this

tongue | On the continental shelf | Near my heart
and lung.

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The more common sense I make | The more mad

this sphere | Is anyone not a fake? | Yes and were
not here.

Usual suspect, own worst | Enemy, you choose |

What is the correct, the first | Term for we who
lose.

Words mean nothing, not even | What they really

mean | Just something to believe in | Between
death and dream.

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The way you are interested | In what youre into |

Proves life to be dead | At least spilt in two.

Stop yourself before it stops | Die before the bomb

| Explode all before it drops | Sing before a song.

Erased from life by two eyes | Haunting my own

ghost | Among all stars in the skies | Of these who
may boast?

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It doesnt fit life or death | It cannot be worn | A

scent not leaving my breath | From midnight to
morn.

To speak of this is not true | Or false if you know

| A lying sign for the few | With nowhere to go.

It is one thing to not use | Treasure one has still |

Another to always lose | What one never will.

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On the summit beyond time | That is where to

meet | Everywhere life climbs | Worlds beneath
our feet.

Time fills gas, stone, and metals | Dilating anew |

Eternal virgin petals | Seeded with Gods dew.

Who sees eyes I do not know | This double feature

| Universal studio | Of all creatures.

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Bolt my head to your threshold | Drill through my

third eye | Everywhere vision is cold | But this
home of sky.

Body wax, breath wick, mind flame | I am the fire

| Of the candle of your name | Lighting my
tongues lyre.

Im so happy that youll know | For eternity | The

one in whom all things grow | Loves reality.

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Charlatans of tomorrow | Avoid like the plague |

Here is the end of sorrow | Paradise today.

To have wasted so much time | Until this today |

Tasted all nothing of mine | As drives you away.

He sinks into the seaweed | Reads it as your hair

| These lines are both net and reed | Ditties of
despair.

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From golden threads of absence | Poor love

weaves its noose | Gift for suicidal prince | Leash
for magic goose.

There is a hole in your heart | As deep as the sea |

Set your pupil in the dark | Look the whole is me.

Since this life cant ever die | And was never born
| Ill waste myself in loves sigh | From morning
to morn.

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No way to do, feel, or think | The all that I know |

Less spectral than roses pink | Black-whiter than
snow.

Who knows if that was your glance | If this is your

hair | When ones this trapped, so entranced |
Does it matter where?

Clearly I know not love | Else Id not be here |

Speaking from below above | Words no one
should hear.

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I pretend you are present | Apostrophizing | As

truth one who came and went | Philosophizing.

Tongue without an intellect | Heart without a soul

| Will with no cause or effect | Neither part nor
whole.

Spinning space like a spiral | Whirling round a

heart | Laid out like something viral | On a onewheeled cart.

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What it is like not to be | Learn now from the soul

| Growing all things like a tree | Toward the
goalless goal.

Stars at my feet, head in earth | What am I to do |

But surrender to this birth | Upside down for you?

Write the Divine Comedy | Beatrice dont care |

Knows too well her Ptolemy | That Earths way
down here.

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Delete all things ever said | Let them fly away | All
contents of every head | To see what I say.

Dialogue with nobody | Heard by one and one | A

spiral pile of debris | Burning the wet sun.

Alls too much for those who are | So lets now

away | To that lovely black star | Brighter than the
day.

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Let no one hear what I want | None believe desire

| Need needs drink its very font | The spring of all
fire.

The sonic booms battering | My waking dream

door | Is your silence shattering | All Ive known
before.

All that matters is what melts | Iron mind to gold

| A fire real in blood felt | By hearts young and
old.

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Mercenary of zero | Mannequin of art | Haunted

being the whole hero | Hunted by your part.

She conquers all with a flower | Kiss cuts off my

head | Draining origin of power | No one now is
dead.

Everything already done | Nowhere not to go | All

fights now forever won | Killed the final blow.

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Forehead to forehead a jewel | Passes in the air |

Rippling our reflecting pool | With wrinkles of
care.

Burning column of fire | Locked inside a stone |

The fountain of your desire | Imprisoned in bone.

No one wins the game of love | All die as it starts

| Horizons flame with the dove | Burning impaled
hearts.

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Dizzy in the spin of spheres | Drunk on no ones

wine | Lost among too many heres | Kite without
a line.

Only one thing on my mind | One word on my lip

| A spear so sharp and so fine | None can see the
tip.

Whats everywhere the sleeping | Can in no way

see | A dark dream blocks their peeping | Like the
surface the sea.

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Originality ancient | Splendid as a sun | Never

came and went | Older than none.

An angel swam from heaven | Walked on earth to

stay | In me saw her reflection | And flew far
away.

Nothing by the dream was seen | Neither you nor

I | One was simply on the screen | And then the
film dies.

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After all it is still now | Before time itself | Before

all I simply bow | After being a self.

The way all talk shows me that | Each has yet to

see | For no ones word arrives past | The blind lie
of we.

Becoming prayer without word | A logical breath

| Love-servant without a lord | Past longing for
death.

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With a wind I fall off world | The transit of skies |

Scanning eddies whirled | By your falling sighs.

Retract every thought, word, deed | Each

experience | Now are you at last relieved | That
nothing makes sense?

Waiting where there is no place | Not to move nor

stand | Suspension here has no space | And the
ground no land.

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A question bigger than all | The answer appears |

A secret whisper too small | For anyones ears.

Head and feet and hands and heart | Climbing up

the sky | Feeling from finish to start | Mountain
is a lie.

In the well of tears was born | A fish with one eye

| Hooked now by the roses thorn | It swims
through the sky.

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Place all things in a glass dish | Weigh them in

your eye | See that anything you wish | Isnt worth
a sigh.

Swallowing still the lozenge | Sweet that swallows

me | Gulping prayers of a Stonehenge | Sunk
beneath the sea.

I walk a name wondering | To whom it belongs |

It wanders my squandering | Of love, thought,
and song.

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Speak no more of busyness | Your exciting plans

| Heart wants truth not giddiness | Friendship
real not fans.

It always knows more than you | It stays by your

side | It is devil or friend true | If love kills your
pride.

Fall to this floor in an X | Burn vision with tears |

Open body beyond sex | Drop all hopes and fears.

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Recall scents that never were | Unborn lights of

eyes | Soar memories that never blur | Watch
them split the skies.

The water drop refused me | When dying of thirst

| Is now become a vast sea | Drowning best and
worst.

Wherein lies the first demon | Intellect or will? |

At last now knows the human | Whose zero one
kills.

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Escape your way without me | Crucify the God |

On the last planet well see | Who is in the pod.

Working, writing, and weeping | Are my futile

three | Ways to wait without sleeping | To keep
watch for thee.

Everything knows I am wrong | That itself is truth

| A lie lacking where I long | For pity or ruth.

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To stand here wholly alone | On a furthest star |

To twist space-time in ones bones | And know
where you are.

Signals sent nowhere by none | Translated to this

| Words unmeant except for one | Whose silence
is bliss.

You are the one punishment | For all things in

time | Embrace this paradise-sent | Gnostic
paradigm.

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I will find you in my dust | Touch you in the sky |

Conceal you in my lust | See you in my eye.

My blood sings with secret fire | Except its not

mine | More like no ones desire | To be you sans
time.

At least no one to speak to | That is a real joy | To

flower a wall with blue | Without girls or boys.

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Reply is impossible | Where love is concerned |

Like fire inevitable | To one too soon burned.

Now that world is drowned in sorrow | Time for

something new | A today without tomorrow | Just
for me and you.

A species of ancient imp | An arch-trickster true |

Inverse voice of our throat-lump | Vanishing like
dew.

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On second (first) thought, forget me | Cross me

off the list | With love for making one see | That I
dont exist.

Take not a lifetime to learn | That this is not life |

Blow the fire until it burns | Through you like a
knife.

About time now to catch up | To eternity | To

drink from the timeless cup | And from nought be
free.

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A dream died eastward again | Apocalypse city |

The floods sky also sank N(ew York) | What not
a pity.

End is nigh. Evacuate | Your life. The deluge | Is

now here. Do not be late. | There is no refuge.

Fun to attempt to converse | With oblivion |

Losing telegrams in verse | To a black hole sun.

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I live here where no one lives | Metropolis void |

Where the undead raise kids | And art is their
toy.

Rhyme everything with silence | A new word

appears | Pure war without violence | Opening
deaf ears.

The folly of desire | Written on this face | Will

melt fast in the fire | Consuming our race.

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Sharpest shard of total light | Wrapped into a ball

| Playing hard at being night | To have space to
fall.

Dreams prove that experience | Is not what you

think | More like a mirror of sense | Which you
try to drink.

They pretend to have arrived | They say this is it |

All while being flayed alive | In burning black
pits.

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A body is a shadow | of a shadow of | A shadow of

something now | Something about love.

You are the truth none may prove | And I am the

same | Endless movement none may move | Our
own little game.

This no ones one reason to live | Is to be a way |

For paradise to give | Its bird itself today.

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To live right in the center | Of the piercing spear |

The whole your heart will enter | When it silence
hears.

Our dream is beyond this world | That much we

do know | Who cares where the flags unfurled |
Whose names on it sewn!

I am breathing and breathing | Someones secret

name | I am burning and burning | No one all the
same.

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If you hear words you are wrong | Good or bad,

this or that | This is an actual song | A true living
fact.

Never again to say things | Because the God hears

| No need to pluck naked strings | Of infinite
ears.

Wish truth would just sit you down | And say all I
feel | Then youd burn to be its gown | And forget
Im real.

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No time to write the epic | This will have to do | A

no one, your weird relic | Burning all for you.

This life ends, syllables end | Breath expires, sighs

die | One thing is forever friend | This is not a lie.

That this love is killing all | Is a highest joy | An

eternal shout and call | Of one small dead boy.

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If my tongue now leaves this world | Shoots

beyond the blue | Its word will only unfurl | What
you ever knew.

A ladder lowers itself | From the tip of this |

Upside drowning what is felt | To harmonic scales
of bliss.

Now speak to me of nothing | Dial topic zero |

Float the sense of everything | Away with an O!

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Journey is ready to depart | The last words are

read | Brimming gold the burning heart |
Transmuting all lead.

Happier than I dare know | Pure light of despair

| Writhing in the endless glow | Of ones golden
hair.

Gold upon gold upon gold | Is the pupil true | Sold

upon sold upon sold | My black heart for who.

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Our text is a weeping dance | A joy twisting black

| Spinning void into a trance | Flight on wings of
lack.

No stating the state of things | The fix one is in |

No point to a song that stings | Love whose prayer
is sin.

Theres nothing this singular | Perfectly itself |

This speciesless and this pure | Not in heaven,
earth, or hell.

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My love loves nothing of you | Way too much for

sure | Bolt of gold out the blue | Poisoned with its
cure.

Future of abandonment | Destiny most blind |

Surrender to an accident | Of infinite kind.

In intolerable fire | No way to be me | But me

screams I must expire | So both drown at sea.

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Were the mountain infinite | That would be the

best | For then one might leap from it | Never
come to rest.

An endless spiral coiling | Around no ones heart

| The monstrous ocean boiling | Corpse and soul
apart.

Because today one leaves me | I must leave me too

| Half alive under the sea | Dreaming of him and
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