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2008-11-16 | |
How can the same irrational approval âŠ
which, in the midst of it all,
Incarcerated a strong thread of flawlessnessâŠ
just erase the ânext minutesâ?
âŠ like the present was there, but not alleged,
whereas the past forgotten in a dim-witted future.
How can it not be understood
with a raw and justified raison d'ĂȘtre?
The flower they loved so deeply
turned grey for a second of coma
in the sleeping Neverland.
Was this tree not the one which,
after all, possessed matchless leafs?
One soft wave of make-believe
and they are all unrecognizable yellows
Why does the wind blow in spite of everything?
And how can coldness burn like an open fire?
Sunday, November 16, 2008