encode me

 

backward swinging diagonal lines as we are

 we are used to separate

 names

paths, statements

essences and premonition signs

between a correct line and a crumbling rhyme

we will cradle our pains and kick away our joys

backward shy swinging slanting lines

 we are used to separate

 given codes

chosen trails

 state of mind

day after day

we love in and leave out our winter damns

longing to a new commencement

we could have avoided all this

but then we invented gods and dragons and promise land

and then sowing and harvesting,

 

 before is too late

 try to encode me

 if you want a slight slice of paradise

under this grey suburban air conditioned sky

and come what may

until your next judgment holiday

Marco Bo