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+- Mattia Mascarello
+title: Alembic
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+CC BY-SA 4.0 Mattia Mascarello\
+Distribuited under the ["Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC
+BY-SA 4.0)\"](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/) license
+
+Poems by Mattia Mascarello
+
+Anywhere the wind blows
+
+  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --
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+  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --
+
+Mattia Mascarello,\
+Alba (CN), Italy\
+<mattia.mascarello@outlook.it>\
+[Github](https://github.com/MatMasIt)\
+[Telegram](https://t.me/matmasak)
+
+Thanks to all of my friends.
+
+**Preface**\
+My stream of thought is stored in this container as I progress to read
+it Essentially, a collection
+
+Cogs
+====
+
+Cogs of Ice\
+Tick and Slide\
+Subdivide the Time in Time\
+Slow or steady to demise\
+Who shall melt and who shall dance\
+On the thin floor of life?
+
+Parcel
+======
+
+Wherever may I find my body wandering and where I lay my hand\
+A lone and unknown land\
+Just follows me and never leaves\
+Oh when has this begun?\
+To them I say let there be\
+a land I know and love\
+and not the parcel nature gave\
+to spare with me alone.
+
+Rolls
+=====
+
+An old typewriter lies on the desk\
+Rolls of types and rolls of life\
+the impression of a hot coffee\
+on a cloudy morning\
+and the prints of a dead hand.\
+Oh young age, regret and retribution\
+The keys' noise covers my thought\
+and the noise that I bear inside.
+
+Friction
+========
+
+Friction\
+Friction\
+Metal scraping\
+Glass beheading\
+Where we're heading?\
+Sleep and\
+tick and\
+turn and\
+twist and\
+walk and\
+sit, for what?\
+Desist?\
+Your calculations\
+fail.
+
+Machines
+========
+
+Polygons of vision\
+A field of empty vectors\
+Directed to imperfection\
+Escape your judgment\
+Machines of flesh\
+Which make machines\
+For this you see\
+'tis what thee be.
+
+OK
+==
+
+Ok\
+Why?\
+OK\
+What does it mean?\
+What do you mean?\
+This is ridiculous\
+Ok\
+The alarm is sounding\
+Ok\
+For well you see the waste this\
+all be\
+O\
+K.
+
+Masters of Doubt
+================
+
+Do you feel good?\
+Do you feel fine?\
+What must be word\
+that you make so flag of yourself\
+When you proceed\
+To bury the dead.
+
+Second Line
+===========
+
+Buffer of thought\
+Distilled and saw\
+It keeps bouncing inside\
+Until you drown it in fire.
+
+Steam
+=====
+
+Steam, fire, electricity\
+Some machines feed on it\
+Some machines die on it\
+All walk on the ribbon\
+It goes extremely wide.
+
+Imaginary
+=========
+
+Flow\
+Fly\
+In the sky\
+Slowly tired\
+Not explored anything\
+Neither being admired\
+But still\
+You may try.
+
+Sweden
+======
+
+What shall say thee?\
+2418\
+Walk to the beam\
+Shines so lightly\
+Moves so brightly\
+When you'll think then\
+Don't complain me\
+For what I see\
+Is the most wide sea.
+
+Contempt
+========
+
+Acknowledge it!\
+Acknowledge it yourself\
+The forces that behind you\
+are pushing your contempt\
+You see someone up there\
+but no-one but yourself\
+You think the freest free is what\
+the heat has quickly fled\
+No intention to assimilate\
+let alone to adjudicate\
+The superstructure of your thought\
+is laid upon bones.
+
+Resonance
+=========
+
+Glaring eyes to the public\
+you notice something:\
+an entity which resonates\
+the same frequency as you\
+Be sure as well to keep in phase\
+that's what you're going to do\
+because if not you know that, too\
+you'll cancel whole in two.
+
+Beat
+====
+
+Beat him! No, don't despair\
+There's always a second place for losers,\
+that's hell\
+Beat her!\
+Look at your foe in the eyes\
+You might both as well call it a tie\
+For in this fight the only winner is who doesn't cry.\
+Was that anytime?\
+Well, everyone stops fighting when they die.
+
+Walk
+====
+
+Walk downtown,\
+looking around\
+The movement, the sound\
+The rubble on the ground\
+changing\
+slowly chaining\
+Men walking in the snow\
+Where do they go?\
+What do they know?\
+A solitary chimney\
+Is coughing up some smoke\
+You sit on the edge of the plane\
+Which separates from them all.
+
+Act
+===
+
+A close call\
+It's ringing\
+You might as well pick up your phone\
+Oh, look, it's your friend\
+He's asking what you've done\
+Interact is all you do,\
+It flows inside everyone and all\
+What did you make of it?
+
+Bell
+====
+
+Rain and Snow\
+Outside a shell of shells\
+So while outside it's cold as hell\
+You ring the bell, for dinner's served\
+However don't rejoice so much\
+because you it's not for you to know\
+what then you'll tell.
+
+Blue
+====
+
+Looking in the eyes\
+the broadcast just begun\
+for there's some connection\
+which requires no waveform\
+oscillators dance, that's sure\
+but what might they do\
+when the only station I am tuning in\
+is you.
+
+Red
+===
+
+What Irony of a substance,\
+powering such squalor\
+mess of cogs and sweat\
+But when the oil leaks\
+the pain deceives\
+that friction's gone.\
+
+Casino
+======
+
+Wait\
+This game is rigged!\
+What did you expect?\
+Someone's gonna have to finance\
+heaven and hell.
+
+War
+===
+
+Go away and come\
+command\
+sustain\
+engage\
+and train\
+terrain\
+TERRAIN\
+TERRAIN!
+
+Trees
+=====
+
+Hands in air\
+fog is there\
+dark and light\
+all perspires\
+when you're there.
+
+Violet
+======
+
+Violet, light blue\
+you know the\
+address, too\
+the corners of\
+the world are\
+shining there\
+for you.\
+Even when your soul denies\
+you're bound\
+by what's outside.
+
+Reflection
+==========
+
+Eyes stare at\
+eyes\
+The same soul inside\
+yet shall we say\
+we feel afraid, insane.
+
+Smile
+=====
+
+A symile of smiles, emerged\
+from what seemed\
+like crying.\
+Despair may be\
+a pretty fun affair.
+
+Tear
+====
+
+Tear, torn, cut apart\
+select your product from\
+the list\
+a little scalpel\
+may fix that\
+but what lays on the floor\
+is hard to reattach
+
+Void
+====
+
+Beyond black\
+beyond white\
+beyond cubes\
+beyond lights\
+beyond love\
+beyond lies\
+it's not just what\
+hearth and mind deny\
+it's what thy were\
+and thy shall be.
+
+Dust
+====
+
+Writings on a wall\
+a tree and its\
+snow\
+What acheivement do you keep\
+in your mind and in your soul?\
+Many speakers of all minds fly and dance will\
+tonight\
+While the dust settles\
+inside.
+
+Buyeth
+======
+
+To everybody's contempt\
+today is the event\
+The day when you must pay\
+for the uncherished bliss\
+we all have been denying\
+before it was taken by\
+fire.
+
+Gates
+=====
+
+Bad,unjust\
+war and lust\
+we shall decide\
+what you be must\
+Dancing as a dancer\
+Sleeping as a sleepr\
+Heat,\
+speeding cars,\
+metal and wooden planks\
+Your nature shall not stand\
+where we not demand.
+
+Sweat
+=====
+
+Brick and bells\
+On which an old man leans\
+Not tired by age,\
+but by life's appeal\
+For who lives in a dream is sleeping\
+and thus he's keeeping\
+his life of sweat.
+
+Tin
+===
+
+Laying on a bed in a late early after noon\
+The pitch black and the tense muscles\
+The will to grip to the comfy cushion yet the urge to act\
+The incessant\
+time\
+awaits\
+one's\
+alarm.\
+Laying inert like tin battles with the soul\
+Until one wins on his own terms
+
+Stereo
+======
+
+The downhill pipe\
+all leaks and all flows\
+jets and steamy puffs\
+shielded and shivering\
+break and set fire\
+collide and deny\
+barricade\
+Don't fade, don't regret\
+admire\
+desire\
+but rageous be\
+against the passage of the time.\
+Flames shall be your soul\
+and your touch shall be fire.\
+Intertia and hiding\
+only stack yourself\
+up your back.
+
+Alley
+=====
+
+Shelf\
+void and book and shelf\
+and laughter and cry and joy and pain\
+throughs books and shelves\
+to read the mess\
+away, far away\
+it tangles in itself.
+
+Light
+=====
+
+Good little sky\
+the bruising of the night is silent and shy\
+you flucutate over the land of the tired\
+which all contend.\
+Oh, apprehend\
+the solitary smoke\
+which comes from the fire\
+which burns in the pond\
+of tomorrow's light.\
+And when the vastness open their eyes\
+do not deny\
+the burns of light.
+
+Explode
+=======
+
+Time washes streaming through\
+mind and soul to cleanse the bowl\
+to which it fails, it does again,\
+the rage subdues, the sight restrains\
+in the vast field of which we are made.
+
+Again
+=====
+
+Calmly and slowly\
+methodically inquiring\
+perfecting, note-taking\
+the plain of life is the battle field\
+on which the players move their\
+little\
+plastic\
+figures\
+Again and again\
+On the brink of war\
+You never truly wash them away\
+For they come in waves, back and forth\
+The stasis long, but the tempest strong\
+Irrupts in your home\
+and shatters it in tiny cardboard pieces\
+Again and again\
+So you walk alone in a calm windy night\
+chill for your hands but not enough for your soul\
+and whatever path you choose\
+you swing your arms and you speed your pace\
+to outrun and trick the rain,\
+but through the intricacies of life\
+in spite of reason and disdain\
+the painful drops fall through the ground\
+to be collected in your veins\
+And all the parties you chill at\
+all the calls you pick up or dial in\
+each keystroke\
+each click\
+consumes the sky\
+in which you walk\
+in this sunny night.\
+Again and Again.
+
+Flow
+====
+
+Bitter and toxic\
+may well be\
+the sweet relief\
+to occam's seam.\
+You hug on your sofa\
+the insanity of a morning coffee\
+which just left you alone\
+in a puddle of mud\
+after much tribulation and desperate objectives\
+you're happy, sad, relieved, deceived\
+it is enough to let the flow\
+spill on the ground\
+at sunset's noon.
+
+Night
+=====
+
+I am alone under a night sky with empty eyes,\
+a deafening silence,\
+and a cold face\
+bleeding in the pond of my life\
+knives contend\
+the supper chimes.
+
+The backrooms
+=============
+
+Here are the backrooms\
+again.\
+The palpable shadow\
+just melts in thin air.\
+The vortex of people that\
+fly here and there.\
+The flicker of the neon lights\
+gets\
+in\
+the\
+soul\
+and all is rare\
+in the empty void\
+I hare\
+but never move.
+
+Cointainerland
+==============
+
+An industrious shipyard\
+in a lonely field\
+behind a modest platform\
+sudbdues the sight\
+as the hot metal travels in the windows\
+and scrapes away the thoughts\
+of a moist summer day\
+spent on a plastic seat.
+
+Stormy light, Permanently night
+===============================
+
+It's day.\
+And I won't do anything.\
+The metal cuts the sky.\
+And I shan't do anything.\
+It's permanently night.\
+Would I do anything?\
+Souls rain by an upper bridge, on a stormy city train.\
+Would I still do anything?\
+They're blending or they might.\
+And I should do anything?\
+A boat is sailing by\
+all the symbols that inspire.\
+Here is not all alike.\
+I shall do anything.\
+Tonight.\
+No time.
+
+Feedom standings
+================
+
+The sparkling taste\
+of the\
+august air\
+conditioning\
+in a sweet-sour mall.\
+Raves the human fire in ice\
+freest touches humanity whenstone and fire itself.\
+What freedom is the one to\
+void itself?\
+Ethics class in a fancy hotel\
+while the metal clangs\
+crushing the human flesh\
+under a green sky. The mirrors hurt it\
+Glass breaks apart in the fashionable\
+ideological parade.\
+Where do you stand?
+
+Sliding Doors
+=============
+
+Sliding doors\
+slide slaying\
+time laying down\
+the evil soul they\
+lie but retain\
+when they slide\
+in your face.\
+Nevermind.
+
+Boys?
+=====
+
+The blushing heat of the soul\
+when the hugs touch the sky\
+and the night dwindles by\
+and burns the eyes of death\
+and kisses the fresh grass\
+that grows inside\
+my, my.