You’re not just a person -
you never were...
You’re a dream that’s happened again
to make me conscious
(as usual)
and make me strive to neglect
a vast portion of my mind -
- A nightmare?
The road
to a dusty palace of gloom
in a night
without any kind of light...
Do you think really
it is not dangerous?
You
who are never there -
even when you are
sitting facing me...
You
who are so impersonal,
so utterly uninvolved
when you talk of things
that are strange and new to me
but no longer enthrall you...
When you laugh,
your eyes do not
and haunt me...
When you talk
you know not
that words lie laden
on my heart...
You never present yourself -
an image of you
impersonating your true self
and not a single act
I can’t see through...
Can you think
of something more to say?
And saying things
some other way...
Some way of laughing
with your eyes...
To impersonate yourself
with better grace
and purpose?
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