glide on my nose
lenses help me to see better
this ephemeral and fragile
worldlines corner,
and focus
for a moment
yet
the universe
mass and energy
does not help me
the universe
does not care
the universe
does not change for me
it goes on
continues
his eternal motion
on the other hand
the arcane
it is not a better view
but being able to bring in our eyes
the fragile fragment of universe
to us granted under this gray suburban sky
for the necessary time
waiting for the dream to come and take us away
again
meanwhile
the lenses glide
on my nose
the wind does creak
my few certainties
and now
now
I close my eyes
Marco Bo
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