2. It Only Lends Itself To Dream

To Ceph’: Neither Infatuation Nor Love

 

There’s no envy

nor even jealousy,

one can only muster

a reactive smile

in blindness of any

other love

 

of any other

touch, as if

synaesthesia was

the senses correct order

 

Now even the

face and voices

fade, memory made

hollow an suffering

all the more meaningless

 

Numbness shallow

in its deepness

Gives way

to further numbness

 

Not even the warmth

of the womb

Could bring such

comfort

 

With passion’s

shadow beginning

to stray

All senses ending

as they fade

 

Ineffable

even numb

could not explain

All feeling made

all the more vague

 

Even numb

can not explain

All feeling made

all the less lucid

Nothing made

all the more

vague.

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