With your cracked eyes

And your wordless chours,

Pale soft breath

Full of mist

Collapsed lives

In which you bleed:

A marble flesh

Of the coldest stone,

Looking for rest

In a lake of pulsing

Blood.

Founding limbs

Of fragile

Heat

-Warm me up

My honest star,

Keep your head

Up above

My graceless mind

And restless 

At the end of 

The thousands miles

I’ve never walked.

I’d like to

Pass the line;

Feel big enough to become

The shadow of the

Lying Sun;

Say to my beloved

I’ve never loved them as much

As I pretended to do.

I cannot live

Naked in this

Morning light

Even if it’s closer

The night:

I can feel that

Eye on my flesh.

The Eye of my own 

Wretchedness:

I beg the Night

-Oh come to me,you

The one and more

Who owns everything

But no one holds you

More than a forgotten

Dream.

I beg the Night 

To stretch me out

Of this lies

and misfortunes.

I’ve never told myself

I’m clever enough

To love my own

Sex.

I’ve always felt guilty

When,looking at 

The glass full

Of gratitude,

I attempted the suicide

Of my own shame.

Be proud of your

luxury!

I’ve never trusted

My prayers

To be 

Humble

Pure

Sheer

As a virgin voice.

I kept 

The Hunger 

Down in my

Stomach,

Full of lips

I’ve never licked

Without approaching 

To a

Misgiving

Of rotten 

Lungs.

I’ve never run out 

Of

It.

©

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con un occhio di fessura

il  mio essere

ma soprattutto

il mio non-essere.

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