9 november 2022
Not Being With Self
A danger looms
large, permeating in
eyes, arms and legs.
This was an
ethnic divide of the body
for different hurts.
My voice doesn't
reach you. Still I was
calling you from thick fog.
Some galaxies are
half-eyed. Come follow me,
I will show you a burning comet
with a heart of ice.
Dust takes revenge.
One day burning glass
will ask the price of living.
I knew you will
attack from within to
become a ghost.
How much less
I knew?
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