Pastel between dusk and dawn

Posted: October 13, 2012 in Poems in English

Large triangles of obscurity squeezing

so you may float in

my waters running up

over the valley


with colourfast steps folding

our acute lives

to want, to beg oblivion



Every night I pick myself up and

I fall to the deaths

within me with the slow, prolonged eye

with the wide, opening wound

a furtive, infectious reincarnation.



And every white, frozen morning

my essence is quickly dispersed through

the words

through the meanings and inventions

launched between the brain and the universe

of cyclical, irascible possibilities.



And every white morning I reconstruct your embrace

between the brain

and the universe of cyclical and irascible

possibilities overflying between soul and mind.

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