In persona virtualis – K.B

In persona virtualis

 

 
I look at my pixelised
Face,
I wish I could put
A finger on it
But algorythms
Are running.

Soon,
My face is replaced
By a hundred others,
Lives I can’t even caress
With my thoughts,
Or appease ,
Or learn to
Know.

The secret tenderness
Of my show
Is behind closed doors
In a garden of anemones,
Lavender, hibiscus,
And other exotic
Flowers.

They trashed the
Place once,
Rhodendrons
Were running
To hide,
Roses were
Trampled
After many
Seasons
Of growing.

Then,
The wind carried
New seeds
And the rain
Fecundated
Them.

Time went by,
On a spring
Morning,
Shy flowers
Showed the
Tip of their
Nose.

A bench
Appeared
From my dreamy
Reveries,
And a new door
With a new lock
And knob.

Only the sun comes
Through,
Rain falls too,

It’s the garden
Of lovers.

No boots,
No shoes,
No dirt,

The holiest
Of places,

My heart.

 

 
K.B

 

 

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