You are here again,
observing, waiting within me…
brutal eye
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SAMIRA’S COMFORT
You bite the poem under the tongue and words which made reminiscences into dust
They do not understand you, actrisa.
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These are my times
When the word is not answered with a word
Harpies speak with the language of dervish
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Gods too seek sanctuary in dreams
(Conversation of Hypnos and Melpomena)
(place of deed: the cave of Hypnos)
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There will be time for me to tell you
Will the words spin tomorrow as well
And will the essence be the thread
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When will the nothingness begin
When will we hear the echoes of the morning
Devoid of celerity, love and wisdom
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Listen
Do not wait for the Sun without shadow
It does not differ a harlot
From a drowning woman upon a shore
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You do not grasp – the spilled blood is chiming
From unveiling you wrongfully dread
In agony of you yourself
While we pine atop Grecian terraces.
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The silence of the stone sleepers
And the tricked audience
I say nothing before the mute sounds
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Stack on a hanger next to each other
Skintight heads, throbbing with pain
In hangman's loop are warmly tucked
A memorial plaque burst into tears
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