Friday, May 24, 2013


And you sat next to me
to narrate legends,
yet your words were
reality itself.

You didn't wish to hurt,
yet you hurt so deep,
your tongue burned me
as a white burning rod

and it was nothing
for it was everything.
There was no why
There was no how.

Through the window
only the black sky
and a sound of breath
whispers to me: go!

We shall go,
the night will teach us to walk.
We shall go
into the night which swallows
the shore.

We shall walk
without borders,
without fear,
without finality.
We shall go
silently, silently, silently.

Through the window
only the dark night and
a sound of breath
whisper to me: go, go, go!

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