With every blink of an eye you mutter this mantra over and over in the presence of a flame (which you can not control any longer, as it has consumed our homes and lives) it strikes you across as lightning through clear night nothing but a prayer remains, sneaking unashamed across cracks and shadows, crouched and perennial like melancholy, exposing how shameful it is to exist We pray for the idea of freedom to be forgotten, as it can no longer explain who we are Nor who we may even ever be Words amiss to encapsulate the void consuming your patience It’s henceforth spawned from your entrails An infinite incancation emanating from the mouth, a blessing yet indescribable:
Let me feel the eternal embrace as I fall May the moment freeze as my armor betrays me (whom I endlessly betrayed too, devoid of care) Let us remain immune to the chains that bind us to science And I implore (ruego) for the waters guarded so zealously by the gods May they too descend from the sky And the unquenchable thirst be finally calmed.
Long for the heat of this flame, for you believe in time and your life is extinguishing Long for certainty’s touch no longer than a second, as it’s vile and deceitful Words hold no passion, mere gasps and sighs blended in saliva, converting your prayer into verb Unaltering physics, yet twisting the whole world
This prayer, a covenant concerning you alone Defining you like tears or a lie. At every moment, perpetually I implore (ruego). |