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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