Light transverses thoughts,
into micro mechanisms of memory,
it doesn’t seem to harden thoughts
into something that only
forgetfulness can remember.
It isn’t far from now....
it isn’t far from nothing that the night
can’t hide in the afterthought of life.
The clouds drift by, hiding behind the mountains
Hunting, darting through eons of consciousness
The world seeks itself through rocks.
Glass breaking everywhere
shakes me and I tremble
Of a death not yet present.
The sun doesn’t want to shine today
So I will hide myself behind myself
The road to perfection is eternal.
If only I could reach you with a thought
If only I could reach you, tonight
Copyright 2011 Alain Gracio
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