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Theoria 14


Eyes: let the past once look through you
and become hope in me.

Become - for the eyelash's parting
opened the world

to a future
you could not foresee.

Part with me in into the future
part with me into the distant night

for what is most our own
is perpetual flight

to the never
we will always be.

Do you remember?
Words opened us -

tentatively, hesitantly, you spoke
the purblind sentences of hope.

Prayers: that's how I
understood them,

but to whom nobody knows.
Look, after all that,

even if alone,
how can you bare and see

the words of the future
become

resonating solitude?
How?

Only translate I.
Into the plural.



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