The inverted space
by Norberto Nardi

No one sees the end. 

immaculate void

of sounds and steps. 

Your face is away

hiding your words

in echoes of corners on shade.

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The flowing cascades

of pretending walls

are telling a story

by dimming the lights.

Search, look at me 

as a sensitive guide

to the flat surface 

of thousands of nights. 

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...and again in the space

of geometrical shape

reaching the threshold

closing with care

all my gates.