Becoming us

by Alexis   Jul 22, 2012


Let the stars look for me in rainy streets or behind winter chanterelles. Something can stop my voice today, I am not ashamed of dying. If I can escape this steaming discipline today, the world will be a better place. I've always had problems to look people in the eye. I am an implausible being. I am... I am... but you can hold the balance and walk with me. You can plant ecstasy on my tongue. You can do everything you want as long as we can explode together before the moon stretches again. We are...we are...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Alexis

    Thank you for rating my poem whoever you are.