Between the battles
In the breaks of time
between the battles,
my sole chance of an escape
is flying up to you
in loving thoughts of limitless affection
far away from this confusing vanity
to find you even furthermore away,
but there at least our thoughts can meet.
It is the briefest of encounters
but the more invaluable as such
and more significant
for its taking place at all;
and I can live on it for any time
throughout the trenches
as I dive down into battle
to be buried once again
in this confusing world of vanity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-28 at 09:56
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