I have constantly push you away .
You bring back memories of smells
that I no longer want to see .
And those faces whose music is inaudible.
I must fight against this seduction
inspiring me a forbidden gestures symphony.
I lost the key to the attic where antiques lie dormant.
And my liberty remains locked away ...
Seaweed deposited by the tide
covered old letters ,whose shipwrecked worlds
have eroded ...
Once,I cried ,but it was because
the rain was getting me wet ...
And then I chanted the magic spell
to forget .
What happened to those stories
you used to tell me,making me believe
they were meant for me ?
You know ,I'm not a child anymore,
even if the plant never grew !
I don't respond to the messages
that you dress up in poetic extravagance
and insolent inconstancies !
Your style was that of a decadent bourgeois
disguised as a punk .
That's why I recognized you .
Sometimes you come back to me
without having ever left .
Voyager frozen in the time ship .
who never boarded the Titanic ...
On the foggy quay I find you again
like a familiar avatar .
Far from you, could I still dream ?
My other self .
My faithful double game ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2025 10:31
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A faithful double game indeed with so many oppositions included as well as incongruencies. Nicely done Lorenz
Mathematics of the lived per absurdum .
Two faces of one soul, gazing at each other through the mist of oblivion and memory. One rejects, the other draws, yet together they are the breath of eternity.
A rejection in the inseparable .Image of the self dissociated in unity .
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