There’s the desire to return, to love, to remain present,
and there’s the desire to die, fought by two
opposite streams that may never converge.
There’s the desire: of a great kiss that shrouds Life,
that ends in the africa of a burning agony,
suicide!
There’s the desire to... not to desire. Lord;
it’s you I’m pointing at, with a deicidal finger,
there’s the desire to not have had a heart.
Spring returns, returns and it’ll go away. And God,
curved in time, recurs, and passes: he passes
with the Universe’s spine upon his shoulders.
When, my temples beat their forlorn drum...
when I’m pained by the dream engraved in a dagger,
there’s the desire to remain stuck in this verse.
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