Trafika Europe 5 - Slovenian Interlude

Submerged Grape

Eux, comme un vil sursaut d`hydre...

Mallarmé, Le Tombeau d`Edgar Poe

The world is swaying on a laden platter and whoever can't afford to buy a table, slides off like over ripe wine grapes. Tomorrow it'll be too late to see which starter the paper war has brought us to. Our tongue is long, an unending, harmless snake winding between our hands, roasted or unroasted from every side, piercing its way through broken breads & you are surprised at how way beyond hunger the sunken captain ushers his commands.


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