jueves, 4 de diciembre de 2014

Between the Moon and the Sun

What happens when you cross
the Moon with the Sun?

What happens when you cross
your fingers in the air?
Expecting something
that's nothing at all.
What happens when you believe
in a holy, invisible man
who stalks us all
while we do nothing at all?


The world is what happens.
Everything is what happens.
What we know and we ignore,
nothing's left without happening.


Born (and live) and die,
feel and feel and feel.
Reek (and decompose) and disintegrate
after believing in loads of shit.
Buried with the Moon and the Sun
without a single truth
and a wasted life
upon your back.

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