All too short lights in the long night
The glimpses of our love
are much too fickle, short and passing
and the more so in this darkness
of our passing situation
of just threats and perils everywhere
in which there is no challenge against death
except foolhardy optimism,
the obstinacy of the will to vanquish anything
that simply can't be vanquished,
while we just catch glimpses of each other
forced to separation by this inexplainability of fate
which makes my love more fervent only
stressed by this adversity of destiny
to ever crueller frustration,
paralysis and intoxication.
There is always one way out, however,
and I am quite certain that way is not death.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-11 at 20:07
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