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Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Tracy Chapman ,Matters of the Heart
i am beyond this in one way only, love transforms passion: to a point.
to a limit.
a face of night
i fear
these black nights
dense and terrible.
i do not dream.
i stay immobilized
in my bed
stare into nothing
and find no breath.
for many years
i have known
such places.
if a dream comes
i am in meaningless
space without
doors and windows
but into the deepest hole
in which i would
fall and fall
and never know
when i reach the bottom.
if there is a bottom.
i wake up
and darkness calls
me, i don't know where.
you are not
the only one
with nights
and dreams
and fears
and shadows
in which the
bad memories sleep.
i took a torch
into my sleep
trying to find
if there are monsters.
but i met them
when the battery
had gone.
then i woke.
how sweet
death can be
i don't know.
but i know
how drowning feels.
after i do not know.
they always say:
a light at the end.....
Antonio Ramos Rosa, poem from: Genesis
words don't matter
but they do if they are a front and an expression of an inner limit, border, attitude
or indifference.
when they block us, obstruct us and close space.
i feel mine closing, and i know i close another's.
or indifference.
when they block us, obstruct us and close space.
i feel mine closing, and i know i close another's.
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