giovanni damiano presenza

…" a voice was singing, / a voice that once united us / across gritty / skies / and nail-holed / shadows, / as a chorus of / children / moved in and out / from the corners / of our eyes… / a dark sun / forevr blowing / in that someplace, / a place ignited / a place emptied, / a past turned to blood / and laffing screams… / taste the world so i may dance again…