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Seperation
part II

Look at the sunrays, people!
Those are her fingers, 
veering.
I am almost ready to leap now
toward her from the roof of my building.
 
Look how the sun is crashing
on the blade of the glowing horizon.
People,
I’m stoned by this passion,
I am lost in light of her eyes now.
 
On the fork of a thousand roads,
drunk with the smell of the pines,
I wander
and hang my sorrowful notes
on the nerves of the telephone lines.
 
Hello? 
Answer me!
Anybody? 
What can extinguish my love’s scorching flame?
Every night, waiting for her, I cram my body
into the window frame.
 
You, who’ve had a lot to cope with,
whose lives have long turned sour and dire,
know that
the doors of my ribcage are always open,
come and sit by the fire!
 
Do you hear the thunder of my whisper?
That is my soul on the stage of my tongue.
People,
I need her, I miss her!
In her absence, my body is wrung...
 
These walls box me in.
Feeling lonely,
on the mattress, I curl like a snake,  
and depression collapses upon me,
with more force than the body can take.
 
Burdened by the weight of the silence,
I recall from the past,
gasping,
and abruptly, two overcast eyelids
shut at once with a bang of a casket.
 
But even in dreams, her vision,
appears in the night and remains...
and gently,
her brief apparition,
I catch with the net of my veins.

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