REMOTE
From ruby to marble
your lips silenced
the petal of the words
that flowed from you
From crystal to pearls
your corneas a fog
don’t reflect anymore
they’re only curtains
From flexible titanium
to pounded iron
your members stopped
at the position of that
instant
From visible to invisible
a brief blow
that lost itself in time
your soul escaped
to a remote dawn.
Paulo Corrêa Meyer
New York, 19/4/2015.
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