Clinamen
Michele Salis
Pure intentions in my deepest solace
Give me the core
Routes in parallel rooms
This emerges from plural
A beautiful plus
Rifts in the sky
In my hands a sea of light
I sink in
Never been so open outside
What we embody vanishes in petals
You're only one of my expressions
Sign of our distinction
Without philantopic symbiosis
It strikes fills the chest
What we embody vanishes in petals
