2012/01/17

3508 To escape from the sadness

I want to escape from the sadness
Frightened and at full speed
In an innumerable horde
That gets out of me
As if were marabunta
Flock, colony,
Drove of pigs
Possessed in Gadara.

Auto exorcise me and that leaves me
This sweetening but mean
Neglect
With the one that I wrap up
The nursery
Of my senses.

As if were of mine
This behavior!

Like outlined goal
In the distance,
Puzzled
In the horizon.

To get out of me
As a herd of bisons.

To escape from the sadness.
To avoid me, to run off, to run away
Of the unpleasant
Of your rough absence.

To go out with the agility
Of a pack.

A silent knife
Brandishes ominous
Above my happiness,
Threatening with pass over
The soft part
Of my constellations.

I want to escape from the sadness
Frightened and at full speed
In an innumerable horde
That gets out of me
As if were marabunta
Flock, colony,
Drove of pigs
Possessed in Gadara.
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