Never been read, never been heard—
Suddenly, it becomes the conclusion of whacked
pocket, memories in a jar.
Something is slipping away, in the tip of jarred
dream, I ask you— what do you see in ordinary
kitchen table? Was it a coincidence that carved
knife, cutting through woody silence?
Today, passing with fewer words that rhymes
and drives, letters falling in keynotes.
Piano— running late in each letter, brushing fingers
tapped out the rhythm of empty songs.
However, it's not enough to cut it with grassland
wheels, a quick show in front of the glass stare—
plenty of images, running together
an image, getting blurred in the intimate grey.
— 3rd December, 2023.
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