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https://archive.org/details/voice-015_202005

I let go

this void playing its trumpets
my skin burnt
my eyes blinded by someone else's words
you've let me here like a ring of fire
to walk towards myself
no shortcuts
my own voice lecturing me:
you are you
plus your deliberate sadness you no longer can control
I'm holding my chin in my palms
then I let go. I'm drawing a circle
a paper plate
a perfect apple
(it won't go bad anymore)

another day draws to a close
the untouchable vista marching away
in this rusted silver nothingness

don't come empty handed

what should I do with this version of myself
where to take it from here
the sky so flimsy
the earth
so hard in the middle

my body resembles this city
no possessions no walls to defend

my memory talks back to me
no results found except a few magical
places

this game we call "game"

life we call living. talking. destroying
I suddenly shiver

what matters is to identify who's under that mask
love                      can you fill in the space
enough for a thunder
for one great song
don't come empty handed
it's almost late afternoon

when love looks at you, you never look back

break my soul at once do not delay it
shards of glass boneless fingers beating the tempo of death
my closed eyelids in the shape of your beautiful face
we've never been to Ravena
how come I remember
its victorian houses at dusk surrounded by gardens of roses
the hypnotizing lilac
a song never written
the endless wooden cross