Antonio Santori Poems

Have you ever thought
you are God?
I have, always,
if the intertwined thread
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I wish I'd
Never been in there.
In the wind that opened me
(chased me)
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Overlooked. I've been
overlooked. One night
he will talk about me,
he will say: what a pity, I
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You taught youths
craziness. Maybe that's why
you strove to make believe.
You dreamed of aphasic verse
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That's why you dreamed of me.
You dreamed of me lying
like a woman before
intimacy. Was I
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Like a thing.
Like the things
of the world that just stay
things. Unknown and
lonely things. Silent.
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Can I? Can I become him?
Become what he
imagines.
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Then there were the almost
silent nights, from the bed you heard
the noises of others, of women workers feeling
the heat, of children clerks
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Miracles. Gardens. You chasing
the magical cloud. Then altars. An olive
branch and the white woollen thread.
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You see, here everything has already happened.
Men are trying
to relax. The day has open
eyes and the sun is an instant.
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