The Smile
She is the image of heartbreak
with her smile, coming and going
in opposite directions, love birds
criss-crossing their cage. All things
have come and gone. Anything at
all you can imagine. All possibles
have found a place in history. All
smiles have been smiled by now —
and there will never be another
smile like this one. They are just
not created anymore. The perfect
distillation of all features, gone
through alembics innumerably
from stone to golden flesh
It is time to recognize every facet
of peace, every difficult breath.
Only thing left: the longest night.
In the longest possible night, down
she smiles over her poet, like the
moon over the endless naked ocean.
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