by paolo macariola
to dream of coming to surface
is to forget the waves
that has rippled
whispers of imprisonment
above our murky existence
hence we try
to imagine ourselves as stars
willingly trapped in the ocean sky
that falls into fireballs
after eternities
of aimless combustion
but we are no more than a constellation of two stones
you and i
so we forget the waves
and wish for sunlight
we come to surface
only to find ourselves
in some part of the world
where the sun never rises
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