Hibernation Silent
Hibernation Silent
deep inside mingling
of thought arise
and the rostrum find just
an empty tomb,
find the wild stomach for
it only catches an
grieving sour
all the while the fingers
twinkle as the
eyes close and the lips murmur
to say goodbye, what makes
it happy when everybody
is unlucky
here take the pendulum
and talk for me
the distance is near, yet too far
to reach, for nothing makes
a man righteous than to take
his shoes and run
let me breath for a little
and say hell
poem by Antonio Liao
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