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Now, after so many years…
I was walking… Mindless… Voiceless… Breathless
on the slippery serpentines
to your unapproachable peak…
I idolized you…Madonna…
Risen from the ashes…
You my faith… You – an icon…
You – an ideal of beauty.
Don’t be mad… At the very end…
Got it… Just in time.
You are with me… In this room…
And you were always here.
Invisible metamorphosis…
And a myth debunked long ago.
You my outline… My prose…
My beaten to banality beat…
Forgive me… I was looking for you… In vain…
Cheeky… Stupid… And Evil…
Somewhere… In that chaos…
Come… In my bed…
Come… And let him be jealous
The one with the long hair…
Your hand… It’s traveling now
on my silver hair…
Soul in soul… And body in body…
Ah, the stale tracks…
But it starts all over again…
And more wonderful than before.
November 13
7.30 p.m.
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