come on

Dorina Neculce Obedeya
Come on, come on!
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I am an object,, okay
Boxed
No one touches me
The darkness leaves
I was born turned upside down
With Deep veins
Surely in sunset
Ice man I tear the retina
Throw me in the side:
Come on, I say,
In my world blue
Famous mooing hellhounds rises
Literati drinking chill coffee
Playing fate
As the small:
Broken, and say, come, come,
In my world of song
Sparks and swarming
Cemeteries are
In the thread of life
Knitting Illusions.