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Standing on the mound of view
to see that beyond the crest of trust
messages come through, undisclosed
while the prophets are on strike

 

Is there one above the other,
or the tune is all the same?
Give or take, the measures count
only if the sound is kind

But a multitude stands lone
waiting for pride, passion and more
Hand in hand, just one sky
that forgives all in all

Not much has fallen through
Yet, the taste is irresistible
Where were you when it counted?
Where are you now when I can’t count?

Foto: Castel San Pietro, ’09