X marks the spot
above the ruined city
I sit in dappled shade
reading Leopardi
like a prince on holiday
with the good sense to enjoy
this gem-like day
the abandoned hillside
of this night perched
above the sea
in the silent distance
until I neither think nor feel
my heart skips a little
at the storms ahead
who remember eternity
so much clearer
and the foundering
than we do
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