Parallel Dimensions
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Fabrizio Frosini
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Laughing,
You asked a pale, distraught
Moon
For a smile that would compete with
Yours (much brighter) , fully certain
That she couldn't win.
Then, through a restive finger you
Fended off the thirst from the
Chapped lips
And lifted the crowd of thoughts
Squatted down
At the warmth of your
Sight — the thoughts of us
Both. Interlaced.
When did all this happen
And where?
Maybe in a different corner of the
Multiverse, out of our
Narrow space-time — Boundary of the
Mind which leaves me no escape.
(Florence, February 2014)
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