Maxwell Gontarek

From RAPIDES

In the novel I recounted the life of a specific prisoner
In the film it is my whole sister

In the beast's shining eyes, the sea was an obstacle
In the words are rebels, but they are good nets

What to differentiate
What to, I repeat, in the torturous transition from oil to bird

I was about to leave I was about to end their radiant consolidation
It was three minutes before my departure I was about to eat dinner

It was a throwing of projects like someone passing a thread through fire
        the prairie bent into a point and came suddenly against the train
        With stars and cups with little bulls and everything Exclaiming
        an old song "how many times yesterday" If that yesterday
        that has already ceased to be a project That torturous
        yesterday without skipping Repeated inexorably Humming
        Time like cream on that cup of already cold And
        another will be the hour That has already eaten
        all its seconds
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Or
        I meant contraction
        like an oil stain on the ocean