We rattle a gateless gate
push against a weightless weight
looking for a stateless state
Nicola

Whatever love will make
love erases
in all these twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola

All the ones alive today
are the ones who’ve passed away
are the ones who are on their way
Nicola

Whatever love will take
love replaces
in all these twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola