28 września 2020
Traveling Constantly
Again I have come back
in the crowd of fakes,
to understand the nature
of dark.
The questions have become
my beacons, I am prodding deep
to stumble on the temper,
ethos of white lies.
You will not take your own
life now. We will stop grieving for
the sunken ferry. Who allowed
the novice, third mate to steer the ship?
Do you know, where the country
was going? The swords had
become a junk shop. Tongues stale,
the language foul.
So we will go for a collective hara-kiri?
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