You think you know me,
but you don’t know me if you gaze my light
but not the wound I guard inside
One accuses another of everything
but love…
One demands camera, safety whistles,
glue to hold herself together
against the deep and brutal gaze
she won’t give it up
for you.
We only need this lying mirrors
sweeping our bodies with coll white and deflected light
because of what’s lost and left
because language is a disaster
because love does not last
because we rush everything inside us
because we never learned how to wait
for the only touch…
because our species has forgotten
acute angles
painful truth
inner, outer, secret,
on empty, aching temple walls
afterward the residue
what isn’t conscious
everyone is doing it
and only a few people have ever felt alive

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