Tidealike
Falling back into the same vice.
By nunzio cartalemiPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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Come to me like a tide in the silences of astral dynamics
Come to me like a tide in the silences of astral dynamics
Come to me like that goddess which lies behind the Moon
of a mysterious Astarte who can not wear veils
and naked shows no linger
Come, as a heavenly magnet transmitting old energies
which you do not even know, of which you even ignore
its high genesis
But this alchemy makes me mad, scents of chemistry
the sweetest enchantment and for me there's nothing to do
if not love
Come to me with your folly and time contamination
Come to me with fears for falling back into the same vice
here I'm not asking the world
here I'm just asking for a bit of fire
to feel again alive for one time
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