In Void We Live

You never hesitate to start talking
                                   And
                        I always practice the face of a friend.
                                    You pour the smile of sufficient amount 
                                   And
                        I frequently add the necessary grin.
                       How can then something be wrong?
                      Somewhere there is a thin dot
                                       We never dare to cross.
                                 The connection that has its life cell
                         Trapped 
                          In the bureaucratic language and beaming;
                  Let it die in peace.
                        Let’s have a stop to the painful throbbing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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