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I call you Hope
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by [ira luca ]

2011-10-11  |     | 

Dedicated to no 1. As there is no hope.

In this metapoem the stars have gathered
They are soaking in deep meadows
They are the words descending

I. On God

We have nothing
But words.

But this is common knowledge.

II. On Christ

We love everything
in words.

III. and on the Holy Ghost

Shall we dive
Like words.

II place our trust

To love
To hope
To cry
To feel
To wine
To peer
To fly
To blind
Too blind
To deep
To grow
To star
To see
To sun
To sea
To truth
To one

One place.
One trust

In I

II out, too far

The words have gathered quietly to moan
They are descending hills, and climbing waves
In quiet mourn

The words have been worn out like clothes
Still mummies working on their curse

Are we crying out?
In sides?

In caves?

We are sending out
Descending in

And cooling down
To words

Three. And a tree

The story says they were three:
A God
A man
And a woman
All chained down to a tree

They have parted eventually.
And that’s how the story ends

The Words said
Sad, the words

To grow out of one’s skin

Is snake-like
You feel cold at first
Then, as you approach the middle
Your middle
Grows out of you
In warmth
And slowly it slips
Your mind

Skating on thin ice
It cracks – your skin:
Is gone

To grow
Is two.

The one word

Can not be spoken
Can not be sung
Can not be lived
Can not be cried
Can not believed
Can not be wined
Can not be lowed
Can not be load
Can not be loved
Can not be bent
Can not be sent
Can not be scent
Can not be seen
Can not be sin

2 swim in the ocean

Bear naked
To bear the naked
And the sad
And the pain
And to fly the skies
To walk the waters
Bear naked once
Bear naked twice

To One

To the one I love:

To words in a cell

If you were a word, than I would be the other


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