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An ordinary day
poetry [ Visual ]

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by [galileo ]

2014-10-30  |     | 



Hhaaaaa, hhhaaaa-hhhaaaaa
When you come back to life
when you have been dead and come back
all your body ackes in its smallest parts
even through the blood some kind of pain runs
like a limfatic agony of a new man and his destiny
first steps acke so hard so thoroughly
that you wonder if you are going to die again
or you really have been reborned
if you died in pain your rebirth barres the wounds
some are in a process of molding, some of decaying into little, tiny pieces of hell lived on earth
with tears still fresh on the inner flesh of the being
salty and transfigurative
after a couple of days the pain dissapates
into a cosmic understanding that all your wounds and all you scars become stars, some still bleeding,
those stars are the first piece of clothing that you have at the beginning of your new life
here and there it shines, here and there still shy,
still wondering why the fuck
those wounds are magnetic they keep attracting those that stabbed you, that tried to kill you
because you must see them, smell their inner being before you begin your life
you must see they don't know you, convince yourself of this and you will be forever free
but wisdom, not yet gone, a friend never goes away when you need him, draw a symbol on sand
retribution is not the path
friend, let's make a new sky, put your bleeding and decaying wounds on what it would be than called a new sky, a new moon and a new sun
let those stars watch over the ones that made them
heaves have their way, unknown and unseen
you go and see only of your new life
make it beautiful or however you choose
a fresh start you must never refuse
since you're free, not obliged to anyone




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