E M B E R

it turns out-I never really get
just crazy stare behind the window frames do not
have a master
--the all-time kept pace
tub war horse herd
were running hard, panting
puffing dust
shortly rumbling
then vacuum
just a flower meadow
the petals are anxious falling
fall in the wind
:still waiting for?
the cluster has been petrified into
bored pile
left only memories
when we
flounder same gripping ember
on two palms
should I let go?
as well as advancing age nan sky
sliver heart too old to just grieve


Agats - Asmat, January 7th, 2014