There is a wind
a wind that displaces me
from the limitations of the present
it locates me in a century
i shall never live to see
a coloured wind
that overtakes me
lifts me out of this present
transports me into
the fragments of a fiction
it is a wind with violet eyes
it disperses me
into celebrated elements
a wind that cradles me
listens to me
a wind that stops me
in mid-sentence
makes me fumble
over the cohesion of my words
it is a wind that
drapes the mirrors
causes voluminous
approbation of thought
across purple, blue and red lit canals
a wind that is
the potency of a swallowed aphrodisiac
blowing through my veins
a wind of implacable silence
that causes me to hear
the tireless serration of
my mind expiring
on the last moonlit beach
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
There is a wind
a wind that displaces me
from the limitations of the present
it locates me in a century
i shall never live to see
a coloured wind
that overtakes me
lifts me out of this present
transports me into
the fragments of a fiction
it is a wind with violet eyes
it disperses me
into celebrated elements
a wind that cradles me
listens to me
a wind that stops me
in mid-sentence
makes me fumble
over the cohesion of my words
it is a wind that
drapes the mirrors
causes voluminous
approbation of thought
across purple, blue and red lit canals
a wind that is
the potency of a swallowed aphrodisiac
blowing through my veins
a wind of implacable silence
that causes me to hear
the tireless serration of
my mind expiring
on the last moonlit beach
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