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2009-03-07 | |
flickering, moonlight fills my dreams,
the huge sky radiates insignificantly.
a voice is calling me, time is collapsing...
i look straight to the face of the rising moon,
strings of wavy lights disappear in chasms.
staggering dreams, ignoring the agony of the years,
degenerated memories dripping mysteriously suffering
scorching the bottoms of the ancient certitudes,
the dark highs of hopes flung in vain
sneak quietly to the end of the storm,
hesitations swing shriveling above my head.
triumphant, the pain suddenly opens way,
the savage battle is born wildly, tragic injuries throb viciously.
the gong interrupted echo lies in heavy eyelids,
wasted powers moan in hidden streets:
everywhere, the darkness of silence, inevitable sorrows,
bleak silhouettes maiming the past,
clinching thoughts in the claws of time break in defeat;
defendless, they crawl through darkness.
nude of conscience of futility, I wander isolated.
the dawn of desires sparks smoldering in the dust...
lack of wings pulls me back, eyes rolling skyward,
in my incapability of going ahead...
ghostly burst of tears flutters through the face of moon.
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