The First Intention

iv.

19.luglio.2022


Dear,
In the error of our bodies, we’re too cruel, cruel to one another and in that cruelty we are selfish and unjust; you have done no wrong dear, you must accept.

You shed a tear for my lack of punishment towards you; you have done no wrong dear, you rest your head.

The day is honest and my mind is clear, this is no race for us to place in; you’ve done no wrong dear, you close your eyes.

I sit and contemplate, my greatest skill but not so fond of my mind at the best of times. I see the light in you, I see the light in others but their light is not the same as yours and mine; you’ve only wronged yourself dear, your light still shines so bright.

The parasol tarp loosens under the stress of heat, all creation bows uncontrollably to the conditions and tries its damned hardest to relieve its state. I’m with the knowledge that this is only the beginning of our unbearable heat. We should find someplace cool to look upon each other and say nothing at all. We can talk when the sun has set and our lungs fill with clean air.

[Your aura has a coolness that is not compatible with today’s tribulations; our pores chokes on the dry saltless fumes. The hot still city air.]

Yours faithfully

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