Anna Utopia Giordano

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There are images I need to
complete my own reality

Those who Race toward Death
Those who wait
Those who worry

If It’s no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
it’s opposite, & everything else.
I’m alive, I’m dying.

TIME WORKS LIKE ACID

Time works like acid
stained eyes
you see time fly

The faces changes as the heart beats
& breathes

We are not constant
We are an arrow in flight
The sum of the angles of change

Her face change in the car
eyes & skin & hair remain
the same. But a hundred similar
girls succeed each other

(J. D. Morrison Notebook Poems)

 

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