3 października 2013
BEAST AND LOVERS
In the orbit, fear was invisible;
was not seeking anything, just wanted
to become a stone;
break my body into seven rocks,
each one becoming a rhyme
never to die;
said, I am, now, is, not mildewed
past, not grizzly future.
Every moment myself.
Tree, river, cloud and mount
become aboriginal alphabets.
Sun walks alone.
Behind the death, another miracle
seals the lips of a dumb;
Only eyes will speak now.
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