11 września 2018
The Secret Path
Often,
I will return to myself,
to meet a lost ancestor;
exploring the statics―
of the room, from where the journey
had started.
I will read your face in dark. The
wrinkles, the broken teeth,
and the foggy vision.
The fire escape now lies bereft
of trappings. There is a blank space
there, sucking the sky.
The pragmatism had taken over
and I was left over with
the figures in stones.
I am trying to walk again
deep into the woods. The time stands
still. I am ready for an
uncounter with unknown.
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