[poema publicado no bloguezin do gusta]
so sacred and yet so null
vague as a labyrinth
echoing lull voices of me.
dabbling as a paranoid
in a mind field 'bout to sink-in
drifting myself into the void
and the lapses are looming.
i blame idleness, you see
but in the end it is just this:
the chaotic sense of being.
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