Lost in me

The parrot was shouting
and stream of iron and fire
Will never have a beginning
Lost in the barracks of crosses
and chests
my now was losing its being
and vanishing
did you have a drop of dream?
I once had lots of tears
but I won't start from there
Lost in the uprising moment
ticking closer
Smashed on the cobbled road
into pieces of softness
and roughness that will be.
Lost in yesterday, Or, today
or, lost in the future to be
never will it be the same
because I'm lost in me


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