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Hotel del Duomo (2)

 

I awake, and am still l.
Though just for a moment
there was no-one there;
a fleeting possibility
of otherness,
an unpausable poise
before the familiar
fall from grace.

I shower and shave,
the vessel of my waking
clouding with the particulate
matter of my days,
the sedimental brew of which
the heart grows tired,
brimming to a surface tension,
supporting a may-fly.

 


 

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Hotel del Duomo
Painting by Pierantonio Tanzola

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