in a conscious rebirth

under this grey suburban sky
when in the morning you get up and sing into the wind  the wail to you assigned
roughly always you know, you understand
  whether your chant heals or hurts who is weaker and fragile

sometimes it happens that the veil of fear drowns the sound of your voice
and when it happens with fragile words and winter eyes
gently
 you would like to ask forgiveness

and when it happens
with fragile words
and in winter eyes
gently
  you would like to ask forgiveness
and to cradle the memory of your tears and smiles
of when you were a small and frail child

and you would like to walk back toward your true home
far away from this grey suburban fog

and you would like to rest for a moment in a conscious rebirth
flesh and blood on the bottom of the puddles
and still life among the leaves and the clods of mud

Marco Bo
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