Nowhere to be

Nowhere to be

I have been dreaming

every night

since I last saw you.

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Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas
que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.

Pablo Neruda

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I miss you

I miss you

Right before vanishing you said

your heart was iced.

Couldn’t tell you mine was

flaming hot.

Can’t tell you now

I chased your last imprints

in the light as in the shadow

rampling in my room

and on the corridors.

So much that I could see

a ghostly figure

that appeared like you,

that would bring to mind

your footsteps.

I swear

I could hear them

hear you

approaching.

So much that I could black into the likeness of your tender green

Lush.

I gave a shot

to catch a glimpse

but the alcohol dashes

simply cannot

become

turn into

your lips

or your touch.

All this time I tried to associate your eyes

with

anything-desperately.

and when you’d be gone

I’d seek that exact same shade

to stare into

until

That was what I planned.

Now

I can’t breathe

into the shimmer of

phantasms

Wide-eyed.

 

Yearn, dream and typhlosis

Yearn, dream and typhlosis

it was this copper light drizzle

sinking in our pupils

(suffocating in each others’)

turning everything into

yearn, dream and typhlosis.

ah I could have begged

I could have crawled

and ripped my senses

(purpose, reason and despair)

and howl to this atrocious god.

he still wouldn’t even look at

still would even mutter

about all this yearn, dream and typhlosis.

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