Thursday, March 7, 2013


Taste my flash; I am still yearning,
still devoured by your pureness.

Bring the sad softness, to caress,
To heal the wounds of time.

Today I am pure
as if dead.

Tomorrow I'll disappear into water.
Draw me back to the shore.

Lift me with you to the sky:
a low flight among diaphanous clouds.

Sharp observation into seed of goodness
into seed of evil.

I cried sore last night;
poisoned seed were thrown at me.

I am sprouting poison today;
turn your face to the other side.

I have no knowledge of what
the next moment will sprout.

Touch me right now, before
my time dissolves altogether.

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