10 lipca 2020
Eyes In The Bowls
You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the
subterfuge in stranger's eyes.
There was nothingness. A chestnut
tree was refusing to let go
the nuts.
The phantom fight begins between the
daffodils. The sun had given
the borders, step by step, to
different colors. Still the bloom
weeps for its blindness. I will
not unmake me. The faith―
this winter was bad. The
deathmarks were evident. We
wait for something to happen,
ready to unroll the schizophrenia.
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