Doubt Poem by Luca Menin

Heat & say it.
at the chock deer
Let her go.
Trade, the horse
heads, running wild,
in black-and-white

Swallow the crown
The crowned fair
Burn, clean light
The doubt
Once I loved the memories of the mirrors.
Twist on the faith -deep in the caves

Insane, they don't know,
Lips, and words, blind forget.
Like a tra- la- la song
I drifted & dust
Burn your eyes
Deep, tremble
Your sight

Death mess your mind,
afraid condensed, deep inside
It trumpets your feel.
Spit and stand,
Inside me juggle.

He was you,
The hungry lion,
hunted and buried.
Like Puppets tied at strings,
crawling, like tangled wings
where there is not stood.
I see you holding the scissors.
Cutting the strings,
Turn you apart

Curdle your lips.
Red sour kiss
Medicine incurable
Tied up on my bed
With you, my baby
Melt like thunder,
between storm and forms

Talk to the lord
The eyes are the place.
The moon high temple crystal closet
out of the ocean, on the highest mountain, deep on the sea
Cold, as hard, wishes pass by.
Treat me, try me, one more time.