Anomalies

I search someone who
recognoise
on the ceiling,
an irritating dullness,
who research in the white
meaningless anomalies. 

Upsets me
the fear of the crossing,
of the union
not between bodies,
but between minds.
If I found
new eyes lost in the high
my soul would be filled with agony
and I couldn’t feel
this cohesion
of today’s acts
and thoughts. 

Devasted me just conceive,
The change.

- Annalisa Nardin -