Diagnosis
The ecstasy of love
is like a dream materialized
but still remaining dreamlike
in its nature and its substance
for all its tangible reality,
transporting you from that reality
to the more esoterical dimensions of eternal dreams,
while still your love remains at present
all too real to not be true
in spite of its extraterrestial substance,
cleaving you in half and double
stranded in reality
with undeniable eternity
of all too present love.
There is no way out
but capitulation
to eternity, to love
all in a fickle moment
of the fleeting now.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-03-21 at 15:06
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