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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