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vineri, 16 august 2013

fault condition

my image is cut off, I am covered in ice.
from this angle of night I have no mouth,
no ears, no pain, no gestures,
only a gaze that draws blood backwards,
through tunnels of ruffled sleep.

wrapped in confined space, in light twists of seconds, 
incidences of past swim through your mind
as darkness merges with the lines of my body
and once again I turn to fields of frost.

between two walls of memory,
winter takes over all heart territory.
distressed by the sound of breakage,
we fall back on the thieving thoughts
that push us separately to the old house,
only to find it vacant.