No
word moonlighting me to say verses that are developing next
The agony of
twilight will come with canvas and pen
and the orphan of silence
let the shadows
written my way, my way on my tongue renewed
or extinct as the dictation of the soul
this habit I live or
and solitude will not be
a tune will be an early-morning dance Steppenwolf
without periods or commas
through the night to extinguish
on the threshold of light
Antonietta
January 2011 Valentina
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