Saturday, May 21, 2016

Poems to my Double



Poems to my Double


Years pass from me to you
like crow’s feet

my tears don’t stop
rolling down your cheeks

a breath separates
the mirror from the reflection

I opened his eyes
saw my darkness live

is there a boatman
to can carry light from end to end?

beyond me
you don’t exist

to exhale the ghost
is a task for the living

to drink memories through the eyes
is the purpose of the dead

split the bread of illusion
in my mouth


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