2.
I am one of you, seeking a path
between pleasure and decency,
voting for miracles,
hoping to be saved and by travelling,
sometimes on the road,
sometimes beside it…
I cast my vote for the first cross,
for God is dead, and who else could I
compare myself to? I have seen,
I have experienced fear,
the omnipotence that
blows your mind clear.
I cast my vote for the realm of scents,
for the fragrance that is followed by a smile,
for your gesture that implied
this journey is not over, yet
what is yours, you must get
pointing to those unparalleled constellations
where all theories are abolished
on existing or never existed creation,
illuminating the simplest of relation
we had never known before.
I cast my vote for my ancestors
forever on the road,
who stepped from the wet pavement
into the ever-changing afterlife,
preaching
the immediacy of history.
I cast my vote for the loneliness of cities,
where souls caged by four walls
pray for a hellish peace,
slipping away in ease,
leaving nothing behind,
from behind of a mirror they dream
of a touch or perhaps the touch
that might redeem
the never ending, monotonous sparks of weekends.

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