Here I recycled the introduction of "Off The Beaten Track" because I found it deep and gripping and I wanted to give it more depth and singularity. I hope I succeeded.

That being said, I also wanted to draw attention to the synchronicity of this piece and my current psychological state. Indeed, during the period when I created this piece, I was precisely in a reflexion and a retrospective on the fact that I had created a real caesura with certain things in my life (toxic people around me / toxic situations / conflicting thoughts / my vision of things as well as my way of interacting with my direct environment, among others), so even if I am not specifically one of those who think that each things / works finds a particular echo and a deep meaning in certain parts of our life, I find that this piece perfectly describes these thoughts there, deeply. It is even disturbing. So much so that one could really interpret this piece as a sound metaphor of these thoughts.

47- We Have Crossed The Point Of No Return

47 - Caesura

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a cloud shadow (naviarhaiku572)

Spine

Music by https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi 
Sonopoem and mixing by Ilaria Boffa
This piece is included in the work 'Intrusion' by the EAPS Collective.

+1
'I might embody the igneous bodies, carbon and non-carbon-based, forced through existing formations.
Settle like the dregs of the liquid left in thousands of bottles plasticizing the oceans.
I might recycle into non-recyclable thermal paper and coat with dyes and sensitizers and stabilizers and vaporise with heat. I’d roll.
Rolling and rolling, squeezing, a can, at each kick a bounce forward, future-ing. 
I can sense myself hovering, the +1 part per millions of CO2 trying not to take it personally and resent when you decarbonize and diminish me.
I can feel myself being tape, sticking things together, taping wires and mouths, un-taping, warping and buckling up.
I might emerge from a liquid solution, a precipitate, an insoluble solid suspension ejected and fallen at the bottom of a vial.
I might flat on the soil and bituminize to carry all steps on me and all of a sudden, tragically crack and let us plummet, crash.

Potrei assumere sostanza di corpi ignei, a base di carbonio o meno, spinti a forza attraverso
formazioni esistenti.
Depositarmi come fondi di liquidi rimasti in migliaia di bottiglie che plastificano l’oceano.
Potrei riciclarmi in carta termica non riciclabile e cospargermi di tinture e sensibilizzatori e stabilizzatori e poi evaporare per calore. Rotolerei.
Rotolare e rotolare, schiacciarmi, una lattina, a ogni calcio un balzo in avanti, futurizzare. 
Posso percepirmi fluttuare, la parte per milione di CO2 aggiuntiva, cercare di non prenderla sul personale e risentirmi quando decarbonizzate e mi diminuite.
Posso sentirmi essere scotch, scotchare le cose insieme, adesivare cavi e bocche, staccarmi, deformarmi e accartocciarmi.
Potrei emergere da una soluzione liquida, un precipitato, un solido insolubile, sospensione espulsa e caduta sul fondo di una fiala.
Potrei appiattirmi al suolo e bitumare per caricarmi di ogni passo e d’improvviso, creparmi tragicamente e lasciarci precipitare, schiantare.'

+1  (Ilaria Boffa & Marco Lucchi)

I recognize

another contribution to the haiku challenge of naviar - inspiration hits hard theese times :)

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