Sì, abbiamo un’ anima. Ma è fatta di tanti piccoli robot.
Yes, we have a soul. But it’s made of lots of tiny robots.
                                                                —Giulio Giorello

My soul rose up in me,
a colony I follow.
My soul has a trillion brittle wings,
a billion black bodies.
My soul formation is stratus.
My soul’s parts know little
and don’t care whether I live or die.

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