but nothing? Luca Paci


No hand will contain your disdain

no game will try the blame,

sharp & quick

liquid gaze or blade or fear.

No enemy no route no siege

of your heart

no part but farse.

Don’t you know that fear can take

a shape of a sleeping pill

or an enticing window sill

above the abyss?

And she moves accross

anesthesia with the certainty of time-

always there, always right –

no need to fight tonight

no need for sorrow either

just drapes of boredom

thick curtains veiling the sun

dinners dismissed

tvs on standbys

ready to snatch at the first sign

of life.

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