I gladly vanquish eternal rest on earth
Holding the image of perfection
In a lost place of repulsion
Winding my mind around a path
Just to loathe the end
Reaching out of life’s redundancies
Past the edge, jogging over the slope
Slicing the urge to fall into doubt
Raise a pedestal to flaws
Raise my eyes to yours
Brilliant like the sun breathing
Over the field one last time
Before creeping behind the trees to sleep.
SCF Venice — A Literary and Arts Magazine