Fly me again

 

In charge with obsessions

 

 

I'm in charge with obsessions,

 
glue of the finest approaches, tension of the brighter's red string,
each one apart and together a ribbon.

 
Multiple sections in a lonely bone box, with one tought only.

 
Mind be, and neverless you'll be.

Feather of me

Of another time is the now.

It rings in my head and 

carries me as if I were the feather of the wing that 

was torn from me.

I keep memory of it and still flies me.

Unknowing

 I know you know

but you don't know if I know it.

When when?

Where it will be where,

and when when?

Maybe right here,

and at this time.

Beating heart

 

I learned you by heart, 

and now I don't know how to forget the beat.

Cannot be

 

 

Cannot be lost the inexistent.