24 february 2012
The Ink Of An Unknown Poem
I think aloud about
the direction fate
will take us, my love,
because this world
hurts me far too much.
The response of fight
gives way to flight
as the farce of my dream state
comes to a sudden crashing halt.
I crumple like a piece of paper
with the ink of an unknown poem
face to face with a thin line
where old friends and brothers
look back, but do not flinch.
How long till I´m deleted?
Each entry of my name
meticulously erased
until, not even I
can recognize
my own thousand yard stare.
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Run!
The voice biting at the back of my neck
beckons, in desperation
to the mountains
where conquistadors
stand frozen in time
to the deep heart of Africa
where silence resonates
in the empty savannah
to the tip of the old world
where I jump into an ocean
with no water
with you, the one I love.