For a picture, saying thousand words
have you ever seen dream merging
in a wave? In a weird golden foam,
I've always seen voices, stripped
over fiddle, if you pull one string
apart, it will fall out.
maybe you've never seen sun fading
out in a grey manner, relics on frozen
ground, leaves: grooming rapidly
until someone comes with knife,
"Chopped, chopped!"
It sounds good for your help (relatively)
Was it so? In a flatbed trailer of life,
in a light room, in a secret room,
you'll see a caged bud, sighing
in the corner.
Shall I look for candle light?
but it's curled up in silver cut—
another new cut, in new pines
season buds falling head over
from summer to winter.
— 11th February, 2024.
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