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By Giuseppe Butera

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An enormous spider The thread, so absurd, of his  slaver Has set From Rome (Where I was born In the heart of the old empire) To  Macchu Picchu (Where I wish to die In the womb of the past empire) In the middle hanging Here I am, A pregnant grain Of  meaningless Presence In the space around. Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 21 2001 11:41 AM PST   0 • 1

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"An enormous spider The thread, so absurd, of his  slaver Has set From Rome (Where I was born In the heart of the old empire) To  Macchu Picchu (Where I wish to die In the womb of the past empire) In the middle hanging Here I am, A pregnant grain Of  meaningless Presence In the space around...."

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