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1. the architecture of waves, pelicans in adagio but a tempo slower, the silver-colored fish, streaks of light, like conversations out of reach, counting waves, the soft and hard ones … the sun-reflected surface makes me sleepy as if a hypnotist at work: my thoughts resisting this sleep that feels like the final dust of existence … starfish ******* the life out of clams, the weight of the ocean … 2. the frail branches of an old tree, an old woman an old dog, a city that’s outbuilding itself, straight up from Hell, straight into the atmosphere, across the sky, across the universe … at sunset, the challenge the sun has to stay alive, as if a magician at work: darkness falls, like the dead flame of life, several seconds pass, then several more, I collect the darkness … time flies, like a harbinger of bad news, like an awkward simile that needs explaining … 3. of all of my loves, of those who were actually lovers, either married or single, you were the one who drew me in, against our will, both hearts fell, bodies withered and ****** … at sunrise everything reshaped, our bodies felt alien to each other: nothing has changed but the distance between us, always these forbidden remains … how our voices grew hoarse, outside it was raining, everything had rusted … ========================================= from my unpublished manuscript: Fragmented ©dah / dahlusion 2019 all rights reserved first published in Fishbowl Poetry, Germany
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
fragmented, no. 2
1. the architecture of waves, pelicans in adagio but a tempo slower, the silver-colored fish, streaks of light, like conversations out of reach, counting waves, the soft and hard ones … the sun-reflected surface makes me sleepy as if a hypnotist at work: my thoughts resisting this sleep that feels like the final dust of existence … starfish ******* the life out of clams, the weight of the ocean … 2. the frail branches of an old tree, an old woman an old dog, a city that’s outbuilding itself, straight up from Hell, straight into the atmosphere, across the sky, across the universe … at sunset, the challenge the sun has to stay alive, as if a magician at work: darkness falls, like the dead flame of life, several seconds pass, then several more, I collect the darkness … time flies, like a harbinger of bad news, like an awkward simile that needs explaining … 3. of all of my loves, of those who were actually lovers, either married or single, you were the one who drew me in, against our will, both hearts fell, bodies withered and ****** … at sunrise everything reshaped, our bodies felt alien to each other: nothing has changed but the distance between us, always these forbidden remains … how our voices grew hoarse, outside it was raining, everything had rusted … ========================================= from my unpublished manuscript: Fragmented ©dah / dahlusion 2019 all rights reserved first published in Fishbowl Poetry, Germany
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
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