"What does not become a memory, it was not." Antonio Porchia
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| Detail of a metal chain. Photoshop | Virado |
time I wanted to hide on top of a cliff,
meanwhile To find meaning in my past,
much that I had and only kept waste . Intended
mistake, wanting make my life a world.
Save and withheld, how much beauty caught my eye.
Today
links untie weeds in my memories,
Spring Dawn at the top
and autumn mist in the valley.
missing, buried,
dislodged by the roots of oblivion.
will continue seeking the face of these angels will smile
Out
weep for in its nothingness.
crawl my watch while I drive
And when I find myself
I will stop looking for you.
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