Sunday, November 23, 2008

fall

Sleep seeks into my eyes
When I am all alone
Else it’s a phobia-
And so time goes by,
I lay with open eyes,
For distant horizon to come in
And bid farewell to all of me.

Prejudices flow by,
Humiliation impacting deep.
I hear the moth-breadth.
All night I’m awake
To listen to flickers from the dead leaves
A quiet sea rumbles in my heart.

I stumble upon my bed,
Windows seduces me to fly-out,
It’s all but to seek rest.
In peace, to find rust…
Waiting for me.

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