Giovanni Sato
The underground in soliloquy
rises up in the evening among pauses
of watermoon bridges.
Reciting solos
of voices barely heard
from loves still watching themselves.
Beyond, shafts of light,
thunderous, tireless
without soul uncaring
alienated motors.
At last the kiss,
essence, happy sound
of suspended intimacies.
As long as it will be
or forever.
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