"LUNAR TICK" || ATARDECIDA

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LUNAR TICK
(20/02/2024)


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Lunar tick
Doesn't know what makes me tick,
No celestial object, real or imagined,
I'm the riptide of the movement
Of the forgotten and the forever,
Of the word on the tip of your tongue
That you can't remember
That you'll never reach

Lunar tick
Buried deep in the fur of the wolf that howls
Or the pelt of the rabbit that belongs
On the surface of the milk-white sphere
Reflected on your pupil like a cataract
Blinded and delirious, blinded by the fever
That burned you alive from the inside
Heatstroke hallucination

Lunar tick
It's a small arthropod that lives in the sea
That looks for blood that isn't there
In veins my formless body doesn't bear
A white rabbit chases itself down a hole
In pursuit of illusions cast by light
But you've gotten my name wrong-
I'm the dawn that burns up the night.