The night is full
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The night is full, see how
this night is full of fireworks
fallen stars in gorges
or on cliffs, at the edge of the city, plains...
Stroke your hand over my eyes,
love,
I still almost discern
the flashes the night tell me,
are they random, pyres of abandon
or scattered cirles of merriment?
tuned in televisions
in sentry camps
or hunkered invaders
who sniff in the bitter chill
and curse the moon’s
lovely head...
Does a sort of human desperation
lift them into the void?
or at least the fireworks of some workshop...
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And there
in the sea’s great air
are the bonfires for sailors
or contraband?
an astral body falling
or reflections on predators’
lenses...
How full of flames this night, love
keep a hand on my chest.
What can it be initiating
what can it be writing,
that fire in all of this darkness?
