A kiss with a fist is better than none
Sure, he was all cities, real and imagined. Every dream, exerienced and anticipated
It is easier to be real in a vacuum,
Must we be caught defenseless, taken by surprise
And, what's more,
a safe haven, a miraculous adventure, the forbidden and the deserved.
He was all this, but also, other things...Fear, failure and ferocity.
It is easier to be real in a vacuum,
to tell the truth when nobody can hear you.
Why is that?
All those things we say to ourselves alone at night..
what we wish for, what we secretly hope someone will know
But what we never reveal.
Must we be caught defenseless, taken by surprise
to know what we really feel, what we want?
Can we only be true when our arms are bound, our weapons hid from us?
And, what's more,
what becomes of the cities, the dreams and the failures..when the fireworks are over?
The cities where we build our homes, the dreams we settle for and the inevitable failure to feel.
I do not want to look back and realise that the mistakes I have made,
the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.
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