And yet I remain
to be
my most distant star…
Do I Dare
Before the dark setting in,
a tea leaf lost its reason for being.
Inside and gone away
no glamour in what was pierced.
In the echoes to think,
secret and haunted medieval visions.
Serving what is in focus
to find the faith of nowhere,
in knowing shame
do I dare to oppose nowhere?
The sentence of being here
the promise to disappear and appear,
to be calloused over seeing myself between the parallels.
What breaks and falls,
in shallow sight I find avoidance
of what could not be rescinded.
Earth’s decor,
The road I move upon…
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