What is this envelope sealed
like a hidden burn that arrived
on a rainy day in may ?
I'm afraid of tearing this fragile flesh of paper
as if it were sacred not to reveal the secret...
What mystery lies in this message
that an anonymous hand has placed in my life ?
Ecstatic love slipped under my door ?
It must have gotten the wrong adress...
Or cloud's delivery notice that traces the contours
of a wishful longing ,telling me in three raindrops :
'' I 'm writing you because the night is too long
and the moon is falling asleep !
Do you remember that old childhood story
Which overtime has become testament ? ''
These may just be a few news item from the land
of the elves ...
a sense of wonder missing in the air .
Peter Pan has turned unbearable !
Biterness of a confession cast into
an abandoned symphony .
I don't want to hear a voice begging me :
'' What are you waiting for stripping my soul down
before the fate takes its course ? ''
It's better not to play with words you know too well .
Was it death who slipped under your door
that envelope that will remain sealed for ever ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Better sealed than not I say. Secrets I don't know, ignorance is bliss
Even though the words aren't being read the cat is still alive in another dimension...
Or is he?
A poem about silence's mercy, shielding us from existence's unbearable clarity.
A pataphysical manifesto between absurd and quantum !
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