the
two eyes are tired of the one eye
they
long to see sadness again
not
emptiness that makes more room for love
the
lie that said it wanted nothing now is kneeling
at
the temple of words
and paradox
who
tried to drown you by drinking
slay
you with drugs and silence
exorcise
you with carnal senses
has
no riddles left to turn to
it
clutches at flowers and cries at ignorance
stares
at the mirror deep within
while
the pen is a dreamer that never sleeps
it
never cries and never blinks
poets
die there and tyrants never run out of ink
letters
fly and fill its air
and
they don’t care whose name they write
the
newly born or those who’ll die before the night
now
the wound demands its freedom
and
the heart wants some moral law
while
the mind still wanders somewhere
between
being and non being
and
I am dumb to tell the soul it failed
while
it’s ego still thinks it knows what this job entails
its
eyes keep gazing back through the dust
searching
for you in the exodus
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