Elena Goldenberg Biography

Into blue-grey mist of the evening sky
Through the moonway curtains ablaze
Like a march of shells in a roaring tide
Like a shower of rocks in a sweeping glide
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I feel computers’ heart down in my chest
its beat as low and level as a Monday morning
its digital command of visors in my head
as perfect as a neatly staged religious mourning
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my world is being shattered to peices
by cold seated deep in your heart
in a chest where nothing is beating
still something is ready to start
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Seaside. Sunshine. Ocean's touch.
Life is balancing to and fro.
You've forgotten so very much.
You've forgotten to live, little bro.
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Another memory to stay
Has come without command
I would have loved it to delay
And make a handsome round
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