LPiA-22 Nov. 3

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Quadern



You, the living, abandoned by the dead,
displaying a quiescent future that follows
in your footsteps while you question the day,
a sphinx of sunlight whose riddle you deny.

Why wait for morning to answer its summons
you, the living, abandoned by the dead?
Seize the darkness with precocious eyes
turn its broken bridges into adventurous smiles 

that span the rivers of your drowning past.
Step into the shoals of downfall and sin
you, the living, abandoned by the dead,
let rock and water be your immortal footprints.

In the glades of the permitted nothing is forgiven
until the rictus of joy is second nature to your path,
let the oracle of birdsong cue your  last steps
you, the living, abandoned by the dead.