“I tried to think a lonelier thing
than any I had seen
some polar expiation
an omen in the bone
of death’s tremendous nearness.
I probed retrieveless things
my duplicate to borrow
a haggard comfort springs.
From the belief that somewhere
within the clutch of thought
there dwells one other creature
of heavenly love forgot.
I plucked at our partition
as one should pry the walls
between himself and horror’s twin
within opposing cells.
I almost strove to casp his hand,
such luxury it grew
that as myself could pity him, perhaps,
he pitied me”.
[Cooperation with, tuttoilmondoteatro]