Notice of absence from Damaso
I miss you friends
I miss you friends
Don't ask who took your life
don't look for logic in the origin
I return to my center with a snap of my fingers
the divine story lives within me, I always knew it.
Hold on to anxiety for a second
and months passed
without teeth to grind
I no longer digest the nerve, it passes raw.
Cut off in the impact, a kind of discharge
leaving living memory with the chisel of soot.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2026 21:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Automatic mode, parallel world, where have you been all this time?
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Enigmatic a puzzle to be assembled from loose words scrambled in code of metaphor and symbolism. Nicely done
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