without memory

we are lodged under air conditioning skies
 plasterboard ceilings 
illuminated by headlights 
like fireworks in the night 
waiting 

 waiting for who knows what ... 
without memory there is no night 
there is no day 
no more night 
no more day 
without memory 
we are 
 no more 

 Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2015/08/senza-memoria.html