Quo Vadis/little by little

April 25, 2016/0 Comments/in Poetry /by admin

presence

without any danger

any hunger

any longing

would it still want to carry my face

to all the places I should see with my own eyes

taste with my own tongue

like you
your senses

inside the Temple of Man

every cell cries alive at your altar

this theater of

some danger

some hunger

some longing

all murderous

so what if everything dies
wait
where are you going?
I am never a One

I am with Angels

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