21 października 2020
Eyes Like Flints
A streak of sin,
just as culpable,
gives back my pains.
A half-finished poem
jolts me out of my vision.
Someone drops the moon-
and becomes evident in mist.
A profile floats. I
imagine the spreading smile.
I want to understand myself.
The colors blend. Have
you read Rilke? You will not
rise from the surface of-
life and death.
Authenticity has become
rarer. Copyright to kill is
religion. An aquiline nose
smells the prey.
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