Pursued I am
Pursued I am
Pursued I am by a form, one that I am pursuing,
on top of it and even more from my own self,
Not searching a tangential perspective to assign,
Not searching of your entity to ghost my life dim,
not searching in my drum pulse, your war edging.
Deep fog surrounding your face, in an immersion
fills up my soul's expended needs, accounting of still
an exhalation of colored feast, of your waxened drift
an exhalation of a symbolism of older season's gift
an exhalation of this month's weaves, sovereign lists.
Little, many drops nomadic-rain, reflects me, on road,
autumnal fog and cloudiness hold-company's deficit,
when you totally forgot our laws - imperiously nonfit,
when of some Angels became and of my internal space,
when you felt some altered dreams of an eternal grace.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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