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From Deep
Like traces of something apparently
dark and chaotic, they surface.
From abyssal depths, whose end you don’t feel, they
surface.
From the succession of connected rooms, along tortuous
tunnels and stately meanders,
parts of worlds appear on surface.
Like snaps of a certain theatrical performance.
From chasms, sometime wounds, open on a flattened and
degraded surface, where it is
permitted, for those who wish and accept its difficulty,
to trip and discover.
Fulvio Tomasi, November 28th 2006
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