THE INTIMACY OF STRANGERS
My Only Shadow
Singing my world out,
Only voices believe me
So happy, they know me!
The songs of my shadow
Desire me completely!
The stones inside her body
crumble down
in everything
and nothing:
Intertwining the singularity
within the absolute!
Yell from her dead mouth,
shadows of ideas,
Ideology of collage,
Smells my spring
of flowers
and innocence
and maybe
of liberty
For my beautiful tears.
Bela
copyright @2016
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My Only Shadow
My Only Shadow