14 lipca 2020
Adrenal Flowing
It was a basic instinct.
You wanted to become something-
on unstable legs, hijacking my dreams
for treason.
Like an amputee-
you were hobbling around
to find the door of gold
in the jungle of twists and breaches.
Only a fathom depth
you need to hide your cadaver
of past sins.
Scattering your seeds in vain
all-night, the dawn was away,
still waiting on the wings of tomorrow.
The mourners with their quivering
lips cannot sing an elegy.
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