Poezie

Ooze

1 min lectură·18 mai 2011

Mediu

Weave my skin out of remorses

In your world there is no echo, no blood

Weave it with your eyes, hungrily...with noises,

With mud...

My first scream will set you free

Design me according to your thirst

mould my organs into shape

Pour dreams into my pores

Rest my breath beneath my thought

Crush my imperfections

Sublimate my joy...

Weathering I am, when I am not watched

Cover me with bricks and

kiss my marble eyes,

As my voice expires

Remove my chords and

keep them in bottles with salt...

I melt...into nature conscious

Of each vibration fossilized,

My soul turns into ashes

my words into letters

thoughts are mere holograms

my emotions decompose into atoms

mirroring seconds..

back into mud.

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Ivan Ana Maria. “Ooze.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ivan-ana-maria/poezie/13980312/ooze

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