Saturday, October 3, 2015

Too loud a solitude

This night arrives like all other nights, in my vain
Your cards, my bluff; Let us bet each other till eternity’s end
Your hair, my eyes; Let us search ourselves in its temporary darkness
Your fingers, my heart; Let us sing a song resembling our broken appearances

The remnant darkness of the night climbs down from my tired eyes
Somewhere I must be present
In those fluttering of eyes, when someone is in deep sleep
And thinking of the things afraid of reality
I am Minotaur; you are Theseus in this labyrinth

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