da Come uno Scialle di Alberto Sighele

centre and circle

I am the centre, you the circle
I am a dead point
without your whirlpool
you lose your concentration 
without my pivot
and your spinning essence

and what would I really be
without your horizon
all the time around me?

sky without sun
breast without nipple
eye without pupil

come then,quickly, into position
me at the centre of your perfect curve
or in reverse
you the moon 
and me your atmosphere
exactly at the center
of what you have most dear

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