No Camera

A dead replica of me

Posted in Reality by ION on 03/06/2009

So, where am I hiding?
Maybe,
Behind locked or foreign words?
Or
Framed as a fashion statement, similar like now people wear gadgets on parties as a symbol of modernity
Or
Dressed in a safe rubberist suit from the winter collection of a market of esoteric products
Or
Sometimes relaxing in a sauna or a spa with fellow trance fetishists, discussing how people enjoying the comfort of power
Or
As an ugly public spot of the beautiful Athenian design map, when taking my dead computers for a walk
Or
As a future formalist in a series of ex-boyfriends, gas masked cartoon-likes of passion failures…
But sometimes,
I am the obscure model in the society of a biological degradation, a vital clue in understanding the process of nothing,
And I remain
Always restricted by the geometry of the circle,
And I am
Operating in cycles that might be usefully modeled by engines, for other people, family or friends,
Or you,
When feeding guidelines to lovers, about a fantasy tale about my other self,
Lying dead in the arms of the intruder…

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