sluggish as you only go to this silence,
without underlying
abysmally in your soul,
see without ever? How do you wear
only the blackness, the darkness in
without you?
All your pores sealed
glued only the breath in you.
How you wear only this tiny glimmer
by thousands of lights?
Not knowing why these lights
emptiness is in our faces. How
wearing only give you all these questions,
without the answer?
lives as it is without knowing
why we live now anyway?
(21 January 2011)
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