Feedback
Woman
This is a feedback
It is about
The little time
Our hands were
Drunk and electrified
It is about
The little endless time
When we opened
A little window
Wide enough
To catch the sky
And weight it
Like weighting
A healthy new
Born
It is not important
That both
Should drink from the same fountain
At the same time
At the edge of the universe
Neither it is important
To worry
About the heavy carriage
Both we have
Or how much
Weak is our strength
Or how much
Strong is our Weakness
Or how much
We are proud of our
Pride
This is simply a
Feedback
Like a fraction
Of light beam
Reflected by one crystal
Standing inside
Me
The rest of it
Is possibly still echoing
Within my veins
To preserve
A sharp memory
Of your divine lips
You do not have
To be ready
To take it
With more or less temporal
It is you, infect
And not about you
I am just a mirror
Much more like the used for
Make up
It is enough for me
To be in harmony
With the crystals I still have
Inside me
This feed back
Is simply
A poem
A young and invincible one
A new kind of concrete
Of words,
Jelly of roses
Alien geometry
And immortal synergy.
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