Would you feel
love for modernity?
Would it feel
like crime?
How would
the punishment?
Can contemporary time
be hugged
without that inevitable
shrug?
It feels unholy to say
today.
In and out of contexts
Would you feel
love for modernity?
Would it feel
like crime?
How would
the punishment?
Can contemporary time
be hugged
without that inevitable
shrug?
It feels unholy to say
today.