LIGHT.
Vittoria M. Conti
Age: 20
Location: New York, at the Hungarian Pastry Shop. Sat at the table next to the concrete column where the water dispenser is, facing the door and the windows.
Written: 15 Aug 2025
white lines in new york
luminous flux flowing through
no resistance fears erased
flying over this kaleidoscopic city
& a goat is playing the cello
no more motion sickness
time suspended in
intertwined talking Undres
-sed thoughts
schizophrenic scenario or pure joy
not relevant anyway
mythical creature I want
to crack your head
open
scoop your brain with a gold spoon
and eat it raw
best way only way to
do justice properly absorb
the marvel of your ecstatic mind
no bodily deed could
compare to electric telepathy
naughty cosmos & its influence
this is likeninewhitelineslikeafreshdivelike
knowingalltherightrhymes
impossible to capture
peacocks dancing in your eyes
it feels good to let the rope go
for the first time
negative space
is not loss