You can't swear on the heart
that beats on descriptions
the paper only can stand
and is fed by a bloodstream of words running wild
years back someone tried to put
new sinews between your bones and muscles
but they did not know you'd become an implant
and that there was a microchip of nothingness
inserted somewhere in your spine
so that your nightmare could walk on silver screens
half way between you and yourself
meeting each other on a bridge
that testifies both a crossing and a departure
years back someone tried to write you down
in the rule of silence
but they did not know that you had already become one
that speaks louder than words
leaning on all facets of interpretation coins
cast into the fountains of the first and last of wishes
years back someone also tried to make you happy
and the mission failed for they did not know
that a smile is a slap when it comes to those
who pick up their solitude from empty wardrobes
that laughter is a whip when it comes to those
who discipline their mind on distances
that tenderness is a lamb with a cut throat
when it comes to those who have already eaten up everything
including themselves- the first course on the menu
of a too late wisdom
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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