Between now and then, a timeless longing is born
Between now and then, a timeless longing is born,
A place where the heart sings its straight lines,
Neither today nor tomorrow, just a suspended moment,
A secret bridge between life and death, unengaged.
In the veil of silence, red quietness hides,
A place where presence or absence is but a shadow,
I wish to be swallowed by space, yet not be part of it,
To breathe in a vacuum, to rest in flames and empty fires.
Life, a static marathon, where victory is a second lap,
And perhaps, with luck, another will follow again,
I'm tired, my limbs are heavy, my soul rusted,
Defeated by existence, this infection dominates my entire being.
The body I thought was home, now my prison,
My tongue filters thoughts, hands applaud stolen speeches,
Feet follow the path of false prophets,
I don't want to leave this earth, but living demands sacrifices,
And, you see, I have chosen to live.
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Dan Enache
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