I will not claim
Any territory
I will be long gone
When you will still be chatting
About the communicative action
The meanings that
Are aborted
When we try
To get too close
Let us carve out the distances
Which will let binoculars to work
Too close
All invisible
Too far
It’s all hazy
Optimal, distance is all that it takes
The meanings to brew
In the ale of an alimony
Of a stew of strained wires
How else will you hear
The music
Strained strings
Are all I have
Why break them
Why stake
All the love on the altar
Of an insistence
Vain attempt
In persistence
Of a smoky path
No I can not admit
Aroma of expanded arms
Of yesteryears
Is the flourish of the future
Oscillations
Beats of bettered leather
Cured for years in the
Moist warm weather
Have now acquired
A resonance of yore
You may wonder why do I
Oscillate in the swings of a heather
You are now tired
Of distractions and desires
That only care for when
but not, really whether
peel, the skin of this apple, peel
peel the skin, peel
what does it matter,
if the apple fell down from an old tree
it will still heal, it will still heal
peel the skin, peel
it is true that your love didnt beget the same
but it still was love, who can deny it ever
love, you must, love,
world thrives on its engine, no matter
peel the skin, peel
just walk on
waiting to hear
what i can not say
is like clouds that want to rain
but cant decide where
walk on, just walk on
leave my unresolved questions
as the pebbles in wait of a river
to pulverise them into soil
moist, dark, rich and ready
for moss to grow, such that
cactus thrive
like a queen in the hive
just walk on, walk on