Real Eternity
I'm addicted
to fantasy because
if i miss it
I have neither peace
nor poetry...
My health becomes unstable,
any shot
of shadow overthrows me;
any stab of
cold cuts my
quietness...
I don't live without the
impossible ... because the real
hallucinates me!
I got used to dreams
not to live in the desert ...
I got used to the idea of
not being clay or
earth nor flesh ... since
I dressed for eternity ...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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