Testo di Blindfold The Leaves

I sketched dots while viewing a transatlantic leave the ocean i sketched dots and glued pieces together as i imagined them little daily victories that don't need to be told interrupt photos with eyes that drift to sea a camera obscure a decision made home friday sets a previous encounter in the snow i ask questions lines draw figures of paper i believe they are real actions within old telephones coins that drop way too fast blindfold the leaves so they drop on my chest now it's time a million sparks set the timing for flights that departure now