Secretly

something drier
the shadow unhooked from the tree
this end eating up the sky we will have to plant eyes in
the dry night, but I do not forget who you are, there is
this hand, there is this shadow, there is the ecstasy which
remains when one has forgotten it all about his own
choices
after
you
the horrible ordeal of eyes torn away from sweaty
palms
the horrible silence that floats in secret on the very
surface of my desire and so much that I would be
afraid to drown backwards into the icy water even if
I wanted to resist it with all my strength even if I died
upside down even if the excuse taken away from the
sleeve is turning back his hand to the insane and that
this story repeats itself over and over again I never
saw you talking and crying in secret despite the
unvisited coming of death in these desecrated places
the muted
angle
the branch bending without giving in
and the stars that line up in secret in the most remote
corner of the firmament
they do not belong to us anymore nor do they indicate
any conducive destiny
pull yourself out of your own shredded dream
and give back this night secretly to its grave.
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