all that is not there


hide from all the sorrows

that dont exist.

run from all the troubles

that never happen.

 

lovely chariots ignite the skies,

never encountered while conscious

ambush of butterflies aside angels,

never appear along the fog.

 

closely togheter, right touched,

hands on glue,

reach appart all

times,

hell rains with wax.

 

complicate all strings

losely dive your fingers

icecream cups and sunny puffs,

in reverse through all the nights.

 

through all the times of step-suns,

black holes, all’s dark,

like stars on holiday,

moons collide in  shores.

 

beauty never existed

as the round table of the lost ord

as the tiny rose from sion

as the man with true gift.

 

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