27 maja 2019
Walking Small Feet
Distrust prevails. 
To be poor. Why did you need 
less, than you want? 
 
I will ask me, and get no 
answer. Like hedgehog. Spiny 
coat. You will not watch― 
 
the thought coming. I do 
not move. The dead horse 
speaks of moments of stillness. 
 
A perception cleaves the mind. 
The world takes revenge 
behind the glass. You were― 
 
squirming in the vessel. What 
was your name, among the 
stumps? A cloudburst, wipes 
 
out the deity. The walls 
stand out in the death masks.
 
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