26 october 2020
Discovery
As I accept the verdict,
the dead-soul beast-
jumps up, draws out the sword
and starts cutting the drift. You shout,
wake up from a nightmare.
The words had betrayed. Vowel
harmony was gone. Voice hoarse, you
stammer, accusing the city, the country
the century.
It was consensual. The suicide pact.
Cloth and body, print and color.
Paper and pen, bed and grave. The
moon had kicked out the feline.
The insomnia, now rules. You
start counting the sins. No stress,
no indecency, sleeping with
dead poems. A big explosion changes the fonts.
You go into long sleep.
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