And I go down the stairs again
with the screeching of my worn out
soul

P. G. tunes instruments
for his golden arm
alchemy in a metropolitan shell

The squeak of time was
thrown back into the cracks
where the plaster has the form of a twisting branch

and my veins are sturdy trunks,
scaly, for drops of green sap
nourishment rising
from the bowels of the earth,
... (Caterina Davinio)

And I go down the stairs again with the screeching of my worn out soul P. G. tunes instruments for his golden arm alchemy in a metropolitan shell The squeak of time was thrown back into the cracks where the plaster has the form of a twisting branch and my veins are sturdy trunks, scaly, for drops of green sap nourishment rising from the bowels of the earth, ...

Caterina Davinio

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