Pfrasca
Dis/loca/te
Updated: Apr 30, 2019
I fly:
the ground
doesn't feel stable enough
even on my back.
Altitude high:
I am afraid to see
that the soil has been burnt
and many bridges with it.
Wings in full span:
I refuse to land on anything
that isn't as soft
as a lover's chest.
Gaze proud:
too focused to know
I'm about to lose the race
to an evolutionary disappointment.
E mi spaccavi na spaja.
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