Mysteries from MYSTERIES by Serge Hiiri Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi

Tell me
Strange words
Strange
Like
What I feel
Yet
I won’t listen
Because I’ll be far away
With the mystery

People who don’t love
Get ill
For some time
Then they start living
Anew
They forget
Or try
To give
This impression
If memories reappear
In dreams
Or inside things
They shoot down
Some obstacles
And then face them
With a different eye
Trying
To agree
Without denying
The evident
Implication

Under the skin
New facts
That also
Help to
Explain

There is always
A coherent approach
That is inherent
To a life
The rising
And sinking
Of the senses
Which is part
Of the plans
Of a conscience
Growing
Without schemes
But with a Past
And a Hope
Which are Born
At the beginning
of everything
Who knows where
In Space
Where life begins
And they wind up to the body
That keeps them alive

You get to
Your home
Around the corner
Your wife
Your husband
Your children
The threads
intertwining
To form new
Cumuli
Of memories
Emotions
Blood
Saliva

You repeat
ancient words
You know
their meaning
Instinctively
And they fit
Magically
Without you
knowing them
Without having
heard them ever before
Because you know they’re right
Since they bring you
Where you want to go

No thread gets broken

Some join together
To form
A thicker cord
A longer one

Others get lost
To find themselves together
In the time of the future
They hardly recognize
Since along the road
Their
Identity gets lost
But not the substance
Of the becoming
Which performs precise rites
Always remembers
What it does not know

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