Twenty One Of January..
Small distances emerge from binary trails
as dusk falls upon her and dim memory ails
an origami oracle and their life's dictum
was her life a riddle, or a memory's victim?
twenty one had closed up, a fortress braced
by thoughts, recitals, a cause, finger-traced,
a sole attempt to erase quests, embraced,
if only her life tangential, emerged to waste..
To dream a reason of celestial, bridal nods,
waited to adorn her advent's Sunday codes,
maybe to nicely caress whispered phrases,
that also waited to hint, and blushed blazes..
Twenty one will stand in front, a dissonance,
of earlier caressing dreams, an abundance,
her quiet quest is standing up in dark space,
as an eccentric lone caress, touches her face.
Dusk is a kind adviser, in a night train travel,
any impending atonement, subtly to unravel,
quests always demand an abstinence, a vow,
as souls their lives next, endanger and endow.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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