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The name

(music: "So far, so close"- by Olafur Arnalds)

Just tell me a word
so I can write down forever
the name of the rose
that one, plane and hypnotic,
swinging in your mind
from lobe to lobe
like the millionth elephant
swinging in other people’s cobwebs of trust.

Just tell me to go
and never return
cause I will anchor back
and you know it too well;

and don't trust your cobweb

of hopes to return

to the anchor you’ve lost

cause I know you’re afraid

to catch rust at the shore


of a life without departures

and years spent measuring the horizon

while dreaming of distance, afar,

walking the same steps every day

breath by breath

in a sequence of unapologetic denial

of years spent measuring the balance

while living at a distance, afar,

word by word

on a vessel of thought

lost in the vastness of pride

which made you a pirate

preying on sights and on glimpses

which you could never understand

since your feelings all burn up

the moment they kindle

fallen prey to an exorcism

unlike any other

a plunder of feeling

your war against yourself


Galatea ►


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