the bearable infinity

by this suburbs of the world
tucking the days like pearls on the tight wire of time

fragile the wire
 it does not stay

you turn back looking for the pearls of yesterday
already fallen into nothingness
down to the bottom of the remembrance mesh

on the remembrance mesh
only  days in pieces

on the hope one nothing ever falls

would that be the bearable infinity
by this forgotten suburbs of the world?

Marco Bo