quarta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2013

The Scheme

My movements are so doll,
but you don't notice them,
you're too focused about my mind
to even care -I'm glad-
and I wish you were something bad.
I could destroy myself in you.

Happily naked,
I left my skin home,
walking dreamless -am I alive?-
I don't know,
I don't want to know.

Your leaves could have destroyed me,
but they decided to leave me;
hanging on my own,
to my true happiness.
And what is it?
The motionless body
or the everlasting soul?

«Yes, yes»
my empty mind whispers
and my skinless head
nods in agreement.
If only they knew
that it was a distraction
to fake my own birth,
they wouldn't have let me write
this very thoughtful poem
or scheme.


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