9 march 2019
Along The Path
Encountering a dislocated self,
here it goes, the “I”,
flicking out the name
which will reach nowhere.
The foreword will not
disclose the contents of
the book. It was reading
only a footnote.
I place a searing moon
on your plate. You can take
a slice of it and gulp
your agony.
The arrival does not finish
the journey. There are far―
away worlds beyond
your fantasies.
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