yes, I am still here
where relevance is subjective
and there is a land across the sea
I sit with hands bound
surrounding a cup of tea
feeling another’s pain
yes, I am still here
where relevance is subjective
and there is a land across the sea
I sit with hands bound
surrounding a cup of tea
feeling another’s pain
write no poems for me
if I am killed unjustly
that’s the job of spring
the scent of rising
heart kneaded in full seasons
comforts mourning soul
hatred that consumes
us like exploding chaos
improvised emotions
air pregnant with war
as the fragrance of dead fruit
singes appetite
//
moth spreads wings to sun
for what more has man been born
than to burn the world
oppressed tongue thirsting
a desert awaiting rain
to pour out the soul
Passed by what
appeared to be
love
caught lying
faced-own
on the side of the road
taking a massive beating
from the rain
wanted to pick it up
but decided to photograph it instead
wanted to capture this moment
just
as
I see it…
la stanza di Agos
Where Logic and Feeling Unite
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