domenica 4 settembre 2011

none

Howl-load,
the sound bounces,
no one says and no one hears.

None,
really exists,
everything is apparent,
dimensions that divide men.

visions,
decline,
the core is iron, no one says.

The word poem asks,
calls and yells the word,
love,
no one listens,
only movements, only mass.

None,
includes,
everyone and anyone they think they do,
can what they want, if ... ..

Edge of a ditch,
Painted red,
appearance of love,
shadow of grief, still nobody.

Responses and actions,
try alone.

A someone who see,
what everyone sees,
without any on top of all that lives.

Inside there are existing one, true.

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