7 lipca 2022
At The Navel Of The Earth
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel.
Like larkspur, you had
the dolphin's back.
Tears will not stop in the―
eyes of the moon. The
eternal itch remains. You will
not drop your smell like musk.
Like the Nazi salute, you
raise your right hand to bless
the crime of telling truth. Now
people listen― when you are gone.
The poesy suffers. As
also the ink. You want your
dark spots to come back. In
contrast, the sun will shine.
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