23
Nov
14

Heresy in nobody’s land

Night was coming in the citadel
Women were lighting candles for their strayed men
Old people were confessing to stones
The outcasts were executing tumbles
Children were tolling the bells just for fun, slinging the stained glasses
I took out a piece of clay from my pocket and I devoured it
Someone was throwing bones at me, hitting my face with withered grass

I sat down on the steps of temple, I stopped the passers-by
I asked them where the sunset was and they showed me a mound of ruins
I asked them where the north was and they showed me snow-bound roads
I asked them where the south was and they showed me the sunken ships
I asked them where the sunrise was and they laughed at me
I didn’t dare ask anyone about you…

There was a smell of curse in the air,
I slept on the stairs of the temple and dreamed
A dream wherein I was setting the sky on fire

I didn’t know which way to look for you
I didn’t even know who you were
I was trying to guess the number tattooed on your heart
I saw your arms burnt by the sun, your face sculpted by winds
Your sights furrowed by thunders
I heard your voice gabbling magical words
Somewhere in field from the Northern lands

The fire was drawing your shadow onto my caverns
You were digging tunnels trying to find me
I was hearing the fuss of your body
The noise of your boots clamping through the years’ ashes
I was hearing your breath, your mute yell
Your desire was imprinting bleeding traces on my skin

You were going astray through a deep wood
Somewhere on a continent from sunset
Snakes were rutting around you
I didn’t know your face and name
But I could guess the temperature of your voice
The ardour of your touch
I could feel the taste of your lips
The smell of your skin
And I knew I must find you at any cost

We had to see the Sunrise embraced
To take at least the last meal together
To share with each other the last bite of clay
And to devour it there on the stairs of the temple
Before falling asleep forever and dreaming each one on his own
A dream wherein we are setting the sky on fire.

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