8 november 2014
ON THIS SHORE OF LIFE
Death will not wait.
Locked in bruises,
I want eternity.
Stinking pubes,
micro to zerogravity.
Kernel rises like a star.
Touch was not real
How far you will go?
Earth was collapsing.
My father was right,
Don’t climb to the peak,
snow was melting.
Love has no barriers
Winter steals in like a thief
one by one the knives are drawn.
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