#158 (ironic)

I type and feed

the web of code and letters

the web I willingly throw myself into

and that I’m weaving myself

everyday

metric breeding in the centre

instead of silk I spin some rhymes

building metaphorical traps

glueing everything together

vibrant verse verberating

into the web I built a cage

that freed my inspiration

a cage for my attention

nothing exists

but the rhythm of my fingertips

25th June 2017

					
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