It is not just the scars,
it is the landscapes; dry
It is not just the tears
it is a room; empty
It is not just the numbness
it is a search
I crossed unknown roofs
Measured the lights
Hoping for the Greatness
of uncanny heights
It is not just the blue and the red
it was a urge to fed
It is not just a slap
it is a world divided, apart
It is not about me and you
it is about stealing fire
when the house burn down
I wandered through flammes
stray in the air
for a scattered jaw
of words unknown
It is not just the love
it is a hand over the night
It is not about the blood
it is about pagan laugh
I crossed unknow bodies
Measure darkness
in a sardonic smile:
I was gone
Picture: Lissy Laricchia
