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Poetry: Searching for the Comets #1



All around me

Nothing but hanged clothes,

Artificial border

Of a galactic quadrant.

Electricity,

Lash,

Words never spoken (just imagined).

Saturated moments,

Overflowing,

Moments,

I wish they never end.


I write in the darkness

While a silver light

Brightens my hair

My blood

My hand;

All the colours in the world,

All the beauty

From the first day of creation.

All the perfumes I smell.

Every open lightbulb

And every banging blind.

Widened sense

In livid air.

Outstretched pores

For a cosmic osmosis.

I fell the pulsations

Of every living heart

And I clench them in my hand.



Nicola Galli

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