Threshold memory (IV)
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I walk ,a little unsteadily
along the shore of my rediscovered words...
The everyday face for convenience
and totemic posture ready to implode ,
frozen in silence and umbrellas ...
A clinical odor attaches itself to my carnal garments .
I thirst for water wet with burning shivers ...
A female with pretence allurements
forgets to measure her phonic glycemia ...
Sorry love I don't have my stage costume !
I'm just a living thought in his antique store ,
wisely waiting my turn ...
What am I doing in this writing queue ?
Are you just a bland echo of my amnesia ?
I walk,a little dizzy and uneasy ,
my barefeet sinking into the heat of a black sand ,
my head in the foam spewed from the silent mouth
of a volcano purring on the canopy ...
Epilogue .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2025 08:10
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Comments2
Such a blend of metaphor and real in this poem loved it
Thank you Soren ! probably my surrealist and hallucinated side ...
A subtle, deep poem with a final chord permeated by a sense of instability, fatigue, and the realization of the fragility of one’s own reality.
On green pastures I will rest ...
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