6 february 2019
Nowheres
Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself
I could not foresee an incoming missile.
*
How could you change the world
when a black and white magpie
writes the script of life?
*
A god once told me
in whispers, he wants to
die in the shadeless sun.
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