You've taken me the afternoon
you left it with the words in the night of my mouth
/ then, diurnal and flat, from the broken crystal of time
actually I lie without shame if I declare that we do not begin by ending up being a dark twenty-four hours untruth
/ these test colors are alien to me like that other side of the moon
and I miss you, strange poison powder floating from the steps I give inside your tracks
slowly swallows you the spacious gorges of my narrow abyss
you quickly harden the strings in which my numbed fingers used to sing you the Life and dreamed of a slow, dilated, ours, immortal love - but you've taken me the afternoon-
I bring a immobile mourning, and I tell you: I can't talk
So here I am for you, partial, in this gift, half-faded, to your denied ear, now that the door of the earth has completely closed to me over you
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