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It was the night
Forming us

And it was the light
Showing off

The final image

❄️

Last nite

Eye saw this image
Just before taking a deep dive
At
18:05

Free falling
Through the maze of Paddington catacombs
Feeling claustrophobic
Still over the moon
Since
Instead of frowning
Glaring
Silently or aloud swearing
Faces

Eye saw nothing

But two picturesque merging crowds
Of wide
Genuine
Smiles

Including that of mine

And sometimes life is more than simple

It’s just this eternal twitch
Of human fools
To encrypt
A plain core
Into
Oceans

Of phantasmagoric drools

And with that last flamingo move
Of wildly burning tree locks
The gale ebbed away

Making space
For the noctilucent tranquility of the air
Undeniably present
Hugging the trees
In its arctic embrace

And them
Oh wooden-wooden heads
Dropped their very last veil
In an instant
Baring their very hearts

Completely

V bezbrannom tichu

In the blind, blind trust
In the water
To react

Its wizardry

Of winter interlink

Dwelling in my heart
Keeping me warm
When the words of nuts
Kept sending shivers down my back

“Harris would be a better choice, you see, it’s been four years of prosperity for US…”

The morn yawned
And shut the shivering door
Sealing off the human box
Once again

And eye
Stepped into the twilight
Casting the reserved shadows
Onto the naked trees
Standing ‘motionless
In this eerie silence
Of a dead fall

Making one think
Of funerals
And us
Hiding
Our deepest wounds
Under the layers
Of black&white

Wondering
Whether an attendance of such affairs
In nude
Would feel looney and rude
“…or just somehow right”
Shrugged the thought
Before melting away

Making time
For 16 geese
Pursuing South
Being shadowed
By another sextet
Flapping their mighty wings
Creating an illusory propeller
Of this tranquillity

Dripping
Over the open flavum egg
Nesting the puppy of a violet
Drawing a quick smile on my face
Making me reach out
And think of a few treasures
Of my childhood

Most of them eye found
Laying vulnerable on the ground
Free of charge
Free of any clash
Free of any claims of ownership
Being simply there
A true gift

For me

And suddenly the heart lit
Up
For a man
That was found
Supporting the ground
-Alcoholic?!
-No, every alcoholic was owned elsewhere…

His hand
-Being slow, whispering of a kiss?
-No, it was soiled, like the life itself, and full of origami leaves
Spelling
“Ciao bella…”
-And then?
-No idea. Since the heart lost the ability to read

In
Bytes

The superbrain said that
Therefore the war it must be
Let it grow
In either form
Believing
Peace to be nothing
But Death

For who ever heard of something
Called Love
Respect
Responsibility
Dignity
Wisdom
Inspiration

In the world
Of total control

The era of depression was over
Succeeded
By the mightier beast

The era of pure idiotism
🖤

The nowadays knights
Of the 25th year of the 3rd millennium
Turned out to be true nuts

Lost in their nightmares
Of light
Trying to deliver

The mere nite

From the darkness

The furnace of love

Eye always deeply admired
The unbound currents
Planting
The mightiest trees
In the grains of sand

Fully grown in seconds
Requiring
No seed
No roots
No land

Being nothing
But a phenomenal art of nature
Omitting frondescence
And fruit
Unlike those made of wood

And so eye
Couldn’t help
But wonder
Whether it was nothing
But the prolonged touch

Letting the skeletons
Bloom
In  

The blueprint of leaflets and blossom