Let’s cover the distance
between the horizons of our feelings
and meet there where downcast eyes cross,
eyes wounded by the bitter hope’s burden.
Come and hear
silence’s agony which gaged the words
enclosed in opposing laying trenches
trembling lest seen be the penury
of tackling for life’s ascent.
Let’s admit
that time is mutated,
it does not anymore run the way known,
let’s accept
that future is quenched from the map
of safe cloudless navigation
and is granted to maps
of uncertain timeless senses.
Uncertain Timeless Senses
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