sabato 23 ottobre 2010

yet again..

'The Twisted Gap'

The twisted memory of a thwarted book,

The sickness and all,

Just wishing for forgetfulness,

Crossing along uncrossed and cloudy roads

In my unclouded universe;

And meanwhile the dreaded interval

Grows wider, and frightfully deepens inside me.

Depending on the day, we may laugh or simply smile,

Or cry and shout in anguish, pain, or simply stare out of unbroken. annoyed boredom.

You can't scramble, foresee or clik-unclik my dreams.

You just can't fill the gaps which are to be left empty.

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