The envelop is the letter !
My extinction-
follows every blink,
and every breath.
I am, and I am not.
It is, and it is not.
No images mirrors ideas,
no mind barks.
The envelop is the letter.
Elevators,
all dancing elevators.
Sometimes tears of
metaphors.
Sometimes, immediacies of
atrocity pavement.
It smells, but that's the way !
Photo credit: http://esjardinera.tumblr.com/post/21005863299
Photo credit: http://esjardinera.tumblr.com/post/21005863299
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