Beyond the stoneyards

 After all, if you want to leave me

I have nothing to blame you.

I will fly away, anyway,

like a bird,

with a burden leaning heavy on its neck....

perhaps I'll be strong enough,

proud of my madness, no strings...

what I believed in was some kind of fusion

or maybe a mirror of who I am...

in my bucket nothing more than gifts, symbols, or palliatives

to golden our moments...

I know you...

I'm identical to you...

wrinkles as tearing scars...

any hope sometimes, 

just luggage ready to go.

I have no certainty...

even about you,

and I don't understand the trickling games of life,

but maybe we have found 

our fucking, awful shit in a redemption,

out of sullen dungeons

and dejected graveyards,

beyond stale, rotten scaffoldings of a freedom someone tries to steal us,

and hovering over  

structured regimes of imperant falsities.

One soul in two bodies.

Let's destroy them

and plant stars and stripes flags...

never alone, someone says...

this is the knot.

I've sunk...

deep inside my freaking standstill

or maybe the afterworlds of us.

It would be better not thinking too much,

fully seizing the moment...

Candlelight perspectives?

they are in our imagination,

not always in our command...

Let's everything, liquidly, boozingly, outflows...