Clarity

 Was I thinking so loudly?

A heart absorbs the absurd
on a regular basis.


Primordial fears and poisoned
skies are

stage smoke;

but fragrant whispers from
your skin are 

open windows
on relief.


And I see,
and I laugh:

I 
know
nothing.



Copyright ©2006 Anna Piutti.

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