when he realized that I would never
be able to achieve, I'm no longer trying to achieve, day fall day with dew,
silently without words: time suddenly freezes into rock, having forgotten the-I
was now forgotten, past the fog rolling just past loss in grief story, "
the hot of fire ..... that must be blown embers flared before shaking then
extinguished" I closed the curtains, glowing fireworks lit the night
waiting to finish - am I have to wait? worry trapped in the empty chair
freelance station?
Asmat - Indonesia, End of Year
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