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"At Night"

At night, I can clearly hear

the soundscapes within silence,

the crystal ring of restless

and relentless migrations of winters,

pale moonshines and shadows.

The silhouette of the past

has a remote frequency

inaudible to the ears,

which pounds and vibrates loudly

within each heartbeat.

And within every pulse of emotion,

there is a veil of eternity

that envelops the soul and the memory

into parallel streams of being.

At night, I can hear the turn of the world

and the escaping light of the universe.

It is the space and the stillness

between sleep and wakefulness,

where dreams and reality

vibrate in unison and eternity.

poem & photography by Marco Pignataro

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