sábado, 14 de dezembro de 2013

eternal recurrence


we may eventually forget south,
restart our lives without writing about the color on the horizon

maybe by then
they'll have created a perfect setting
for two friends to find one another

as things reach ground zero
tricked by our own unmoving,
unbeatable oblivion

Um comentário:

  1. Oblivion is a place
    where no one tells stories.

    All things forgotten
    cease to exist.

    This house is just a house.
    This man on the mirror is just a man.

    By holding my hand
    you teach me a memory

    Let us write poems that
    shall outlive us.

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