26 august 2020
Losing The Vision
I left a piece of moon on my
table and started writing about
the broken mirror. There was a time
when we used to cry together.
Dusting off the old books, uncared
for months. A rare ritual
defines the motion. It was the
temblor giving me a dustbath.
Do you know who was the leader
of the pack? The greed, the authority?
There was a bright door, between
the umbels. Would you taste the hemlock?
Every thing is in disorder. You
remember how cranky I was when
I found you unframed. Today
I will embrace the empty wall.
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