i come into you, dazed,
enter your maze
with a compass and a measuring tape.
but the tape is a blindfold,
and the needle keeps spinning around
in magnetic laugh
and mocks the tools of a man
that is left with no sight and no clue.
in need of a route,
i look up for a north star
in your burgundy sky,
as a guide;
but the stars of your cosmos
keep rolling forever in carnival ride.
no “because” and no “why”,
says the child that smiles to me, child again,
and no “where” and no “when”.
your high tides of woman tune up
with the ebbs of a moon that you know
and it’s not the same moon of the men,
and it’s not the same ocean.
dancing gears. and everything is in motion,
you wild and untamed,
bundle of courage and fears,
you’re a tree rooted deep into earth
and still longing for translucent skies
that don’t end at the end of the nights
or at the confines
of your hard-earned days,
they stretch further,
to where it’s not black or white,
and you don’t need to tell
the truths from the lies,
the wrongs from the rights.
to somewhere apart where everything’s one
and you’re not compartmentalized.
you bird on two legs with no wings,
you just need to open your eyes
to take flight.
watching you, crazy visionary,
i ask myself if it’s really that hard,
to stay fully human and still learn to fly.
____ by Paolo M. 2015
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on march 8