It will be a long night
let the stars reverberate in you,
let the muse die for your inexperience.
There will be a naked body,
cease to exist,
stained with radical scars,
and on that note my friend…you will see the completeness of your master.
Touch that body, enter that body, smell that body…
You will see the simple ways to connect to this exponential world.
The way a road breaks, the way one sole shopkeeper open his shop of well crafted loneliness,
the way a train goes like it was made in motion…
Like all those you will see that there’s no point trying…
There’s no point making right efforts,
there’s no point walking with million others in the morning…
You run…you run…you run…and you come across an eternal abyss, knowing that you have no other way than to jump.
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Photograph: Prasad Np.
It is pure causality that in Caracas it is 4 in the morning. When reading your poem I am locked in four walls with a lot of silence. I can not jump anywhere, but your verses allow me to see your thoughts. A clamor and a decision to make. Your poetry is very good. Greetings.
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Thank you…these words really inspire me. ✌️✌️
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you are welcome
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Only at that time in the morning can you think like that because it’s other worldly.
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Thank you.
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No actually I wrote that in an afternoon. 😀😀
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‘You run…you run…you run…and you come across an eternal abyss, knowing that you have no other way than to jump.’ <– I love this! You are a wordsmith through and through.
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