9 september 2018
A Labyrinthine Passage
It was oneness,
which brought my poetry
in the folds of autumn.
From words apart
you want to talk in space
for transparent signs.
The city sleeps
in morning mist, without
opening the windows-
of consciousness.
I come out in open
to watch the lone ficus tree
waiting to become a deity
of the walking shadows.
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