Thursday, 3 January 2019

156

Hollogram

A blurry hollogram
an imagine that is not,
and although I approach
it seems impossible to go on.

So, all this having been said,
what is real would I rather get
even when it is a scarce rain.
In the end it might be palpable
to every single sense.

Unfortunately though,
that is not enough
for must I abort that mission,
unless it remains some lust
in order for us to connect,
otherwise the effort shall be in vain

Consequently do I remain in limbo,
exactly the place I was before.
Like this, only like this
I keep truthful to my soul.

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