Dreaming of the impracticable,
by Victoria Rabelisoa
baring the grief of farewells,
then combusting from a possible fever
and departing where nobody will go.
Loving 'til obliteration;
loving, too much, too dreadfully,
And trying without possible strength and armor.
To reach the unapproachable star-
that is my quest.
Following the star
for whatever chance,
of my despair.
And then pursuing, always,
without question, nor rest.
for the gold of a phrase of love.
I don't know if I will be that hero,
but at least my heart will be at peace.
The cities would suffuse with blue
because a dysphoric being
still burns even though everything has all been burnt.
loving too much, too badly
to the point of dismembering
to reach the unattainable star.