8 september 2021
Coming Near You
Like a walking fern, you were.
I was talking to you. Why
would you nose down to touch
my landscape and fall into my arms?
To protect you, I was
making a massive wall― encouraging
the revivalism. Predator
drones were intending to follow you.
The dirt― it will not
stain your innocence. Don't
stand on the ledge. Faceless
winds can topple you at night.
We are beasts, with no space
in between. Like sardines you
are packed without names. The
sea has dried up. How far
was the sun?
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