submerge
do not cry to the sky
contemplate
do not shout when you hear familiar words
be thankful
a familiar word is much better than
to be in precarious balance so much per pound
do not stifle your every step
no
salvation
is not out
and on the top
salvation
is
in
and
under
salvation is
between the verses and the songs
dispersed in what is left, forgotten, abandoned
in these gray suburbs of the world
salvation comes from the earth and grows
do not try to dive out
submerge
do not cry to the sky
contemplate
do not shout when you hear familiar words
be thankful
and smile
to the new day that is on the threshold
under this forgotten suburban sky
and come what may
Marco Bo
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