17 listopada 2012
WILDERNESS
Why did you have to come in this world
to become a medical waste?
There was no urgency to dropp in
and then remain unnoticed,
with no symptoms of life.
Later scooped by a dumper
you are thrown on garbage.
Vertical hope becomes synonym
for a peak spewing lava.
A collage sits in my eyes.
Yet I wipe out tears of anonymity.
The night comes to hold me in black arms.
After the squall
there was the rain and
unrelenting moon.
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