sexta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2015


It goes constantly forward
then it steps back
and turns around.

It moves everytime faster
as if it were trying to see
how far the very ground can hold

It dissolves, and it leaks
through the sharpness of its own thoughts
as if it had never been there/

But it was there,
and it was tight:

It dissolves again,
right when it seemed solid enough to hold:
the fog is too thick and all else is tight//

Narrow sidewalks get on the way
shimmering, enticing
unavoidably: it dissolves once more.

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