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terça-feira, 6 de agosto de 2024

alien (nation)

alienating myself
 from what future corpse 
i might be
fleeing myself 
from this masochistic murder 
of the self 
all wicked nature of men 
a defiance of being

restless places
where you reborn, shredding the skin
as old as their values, 
as hollow as their faces
no valuable lightness 
is here to bare
no truth it seems to be 
at our pace

seven folded tales
of the untold dream 
now revealed
torments of a great solitude 
i embrace, 
where faith and order fades
the prayers unreal, 
to earn 
a god's lending hand 
that never feels

furthermore, in a devil's lore 
they claim 
disorderly in vain 
that our romance is new
but our hurling flame 
day by day
tightens 
like an
ancient morning dew

  tracing 
 to here you stood 
 in shame, 
shortages of desire
brought by 
promises of faith 
made by 
a stranger's prier

lost 
in native soils,
riddles of the earth
unwind,still
and vast 
  blue horizons
 

sundown pleasures  
a shortcut to emptiness, 
empire of consciousness
unraveling 
the true 
only inspiration
you can have
and give 
to a resigned alien nation 
in all it's might


 perform the play 
you' re alive 
greet the hours
from the horizons
that through a limbo  
marked the flesh
out of our space 
haunted 
by delight 
restlessly we aspire 
to go now









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