The reality of your dream
Is a mask turned backward-
Black over white, black over white
Love over pain, love over pain.
Hey, take me to yourself.
The dream of my reality
Is the backward of that mask
Turned backward-
White over black, white over black
Pain over love, pain over love.
Hey, come to me.
Come to self in self
In that place where
Everything can be
Black into white when it's taken from us,
Or white into black when it's given to us.
Love into pain when it is given to us,
Or pain into love when it is taken from us.
Look for that mask!
It is intangible-
Me
And
You
Always the same!
I'm looking for myself
Through you.
You're looking for yourself
Through me
In that place where
Everything can be
Sometimes
Black without white and white without black,
Or pain without love and love without pain
In losing control.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
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