Tiresome sound...of Us

Such unconscious conquer

An I detached from self
An observation detached from ego
A touch detached from hunger
An action detached from addiction

Actions that nest in this self any time they wish to conquer
Feelings that nest in this self any time they wish to conquer
Thoughts that nest in this self any time they wish to conquer
Dictionaries of temperament that nest in this self any time they wish to conquer

Conquer us…
An inevitable unconscious conquer
Or not?

That's it...

That’s it…. An addiction at it’s best….
Parallel feelings
Ambiguous tastes
Antagonistic warmth

You in my world
You in my invisible skin
You in the middle of my legs

In a paranoia that exists
Within doubts
I have too many souls in war
And neither of them will win

Just me alone in a bed of so many tempests
Where my feet don’t find a ground
And my head doesn’t find a sense of time

Only by existing and doubting
Here
I can only live with
Parallels, ambiguous and antagonistic flavors

buona notte

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‘’… The wind of the wing of madness.’’