When the sun goes down all my light is gone with him
When the night grows brings me thoughts that I had left
Among light and darkness takes my time
rolls out fast and never rewinds
When consciousness sinks into sleep
may wear any new trick
What would otherwise vacuous dreams of the ephemeral lace
The smart border between sleep
and death are too broad in certain gaps that the mind can not fool
illuminate the darkness dense
Being able to look with dark eyes, light
Forgetting
In the darkness without limits, then you might be
to understand - to know - you should live it
come to light and fearing the absence
is the most ancestral fear
Perhaps it is the darkness sidereal
the Mother and was blinded us to the light from
words dense A. Cammisa
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