Where is the us in the we?
Is it in the streets of mourning?
(They are only streets of mourning to me.)
Or in the black window looking back
On the fading car horn, like light honey?
A group is sacrificed for a name.
A name still unkown: hiding behind
Leather parades booming in the beams
Of the condemned house of sacrament.
I never stopped going back.
I know because I am now so near
To where I started: a dead morning
In the bodiless slums.
People walking in the streets of my birth.
Some I would like to know,
Others I aspire to abhorr;
Both walk away into the next square
Where I must follow, never to
See them again.Still with them.
Does this city keep me from life,
Or is life kept in this city?
No one knows which city I mean.
What matter if I say its name,
(Hamrun)
It is still empty.
Veils of night fill the day
Like a forest with burning sand dunes.
Facing north or west
A new intercourse is created,
A union of mystery and desire;
Dionysian feast of longing.
Come with me, on a tour of desolation.
We will not go hime
Until we find a tangible hope
In its depth.
The parish church: built in the mid-19th century,
Neo-classical smile and plain frown.
(Nothing)
Main street, known locally as Strada Rjali,
An endless hodgepodge of old shops and waste.
(Just another knife not pulled out of the sides)
Disused train station, now the Scouts headquarters,
An ode to the centrality of the city.
(It is so easy, to leave...)
Now, a little something about the lifestyle:
Working in coffee shops and clothes stores,
Sleeping in the still afternoon,
Then go home, watch some television, eat,
Then go down to the square.
Don't ask: do. When you do: forget.
I have learned this not by living here,
But by dreaming.Dreaming of the
Un-named dances and caring dancers
That await me where you come from.
They say the earth is dying:
I have never seen it live.
I know only of sunsets, bright, burning,
Minutes of flickering intimacy
Entwining the violet sky, ready to embrace
Venus' coming darkness.
That's all I see now,
All that interests me.
If I admire the sky's thousand beauties
Long enough, I will learn how to find it.
And with the helping hands I've always wanted
I will build a boat, that will take me
Across dreams, into a hazy, excess reality.
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