My eyes are slowly practicing
the sleeping action of the heart
structures of desire
projected on the screen
horizon like the sunset
they are nights
no sun nor moon
but night pure and full of calm
rested thirst traveling through the planet veins
time windows
beautiful fossils of my name
printed in round colors
ever touch and printed gods
attentive to the next step
peaceful choices of the future
silent warriors from the past.
by The Shortfellow
12/02/13
Selection of Poetry, Essays on Art culture and politics as well free writing about the vision of life by The Shortfellow
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