Abstract: Page | Emerson

Written through dark thoughts, between shadows

An experiment with language

Page

At the end

There is no magic

Letters around here, there and there

One full stop, a sentence

Several phrases, one paragraph

A colon, continuation

Reticence, lack of inspiration

Melody in the reading of the lines

There is no secret

Even if the questions

don't always end

with question marks

And if you just stop

Terrors plan exclamations

unexplained feelings

What is left, to find out

the magnitude of the earthquake

Debris all over the place

Empty wallets lying on the ground

Half smoked cigarettes

Glass sculptures

shattered

Screams that echo between fragments

Amidst smoke and dust

In our guts

Randomly

Prose or poetry

An immeasurable quest

Not knowing what to find

Not finding anything

Believing in nothing else

Wanting nothing more

Procrastinate

Until there is nothing

Until there is no one

Not being remembered by anyone

Then, just play a song

Watch a movie

The sun sets over the horizon

One hears the sound of waves

Love before the ocean view

A moment

That is hard to write

But we would like to reveal

Because a word will always be born

Either spoken, written or thrown

A crumpled sheet of paper

A disappointed pencil

Dots suddenly line up

Stains of something

that has not been created yet

It doesn't even exist

Always ending up on the mission

Give life to the form of the verb

Later

Agonizing the pain

Pure act of loving

Let go of it

Shed it

Free it

Leave it

Break it

Come back to it

to the unexplained feelings

To explore

debris from a volcanic eruption

Relive

lives from a distant past

Reveal

secrets of a new instant

Then

Procrastinate

Do nothing

Be nothing more

Forget even about yourself

Not be remembered by anyone

And yet

Rise on the next page

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