Tomorrow and tomorrow
Washed up by the consequences of adversities and trials,
devastating losses and excruciating melancholy,
it is difficult to find one's feet again,
indeed, if there at all is anything to stand on.
I can only think of the consuming ague
of a broken heart with no one for a comfort,
like alone in space in darkness without anyone
to hear the screams of your extreme despair
with only utter coolness for an answer in dead calm,
and nothing actually has really happened.
You are still the same, and you are there,
your life as always is at hand and full of force,
as nothing really ever happens, changes or has any meaning.
Call it Buddhist calmness and nirvana if you like,
but I would call it the persistent constancy of nature,
where all conflicts, wars and cataclysms will ever be
no more than passing storms in coffee cups.
So take it easy and remain, and call it good
whatever happens to you, and you will survive
to face tomorrow yet another glorious day.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2011-10-30 at 10:32
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