Machina Mimesis (In the Corner Café) - Fall Of The Leafe

Nothing less than the sound of footsteps

Condensing into a shape

Sneaking into the murky urban café³ of crispy mornings

Realized it was a mirror after hours of work.

They are filth

And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of their

Own art — this easily percepted.

Within the 4 years

Of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo.

It all meant little, if

Nothing What is the frase I look for… Chaotic Dementh

Ah yes indeed.

Been there before, fair lady?

A Copper medal I won

At the chill-kill that day: Putrid Run, Salt… Torment

Thirst.

Two fierce feasting parties wishing me warmly welcome in

The aftermath of their own cold war.

Neo-colonialistic freaks

Says I. Tempers increase to hatred and vanish — in cataleptic

Disorders.

An apparatus of something, don t really know what

Remnant of the good that succumbed in man once?

The absolute

Legion of oddity.

Now guess what in the world machina mimesis is?