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The Use of Tiny Vertigos

whoever still insists on clinging to the real

to stammer in the repertoire

of guns and the serial loops of others

upright our body doesn’t think any less

sea, hunger, the mysterious manoeuvre

of air and its fabulous leaps in the chest

at the speed of shadow

to break free of the self you have to toe the line

between centuries and galaxies celestial hopscotch

our mythology of millennial night

a few names of beasts with hearts ripped out

fruity transparency of our sexes

it all breaks free of the self alive too brief