The offering was a piece of rope,
two knives,
the edge of a piece of paper or
a smile
A hug in the humming.
Owning the pace of space
Right between destiny and craving.
The offering were doubts
a blue rebellion
a blinking light
in a hole, in the lip
in a salty spiral
where fish used to sleep.
The offering was a rope
two knives
the edge of a piece of paper or a smile
unaware of the night
becoming a ritual
to write a dream.
© Silsh
(Silvia Spinazzola)
-Argentina-
Translated by Elena Stella
(Elektrikal Storm)
