your tracks disappeared at
Intersection
latitude and longitude that failed
mapped
more to get in run more
vanished the shadow
becoming increasingly vociferous
forgotten
colors
lie around
piece of liver stunned
I want to touch your round
the cavity dream
the days when weak
strike by deserted
but the absolute distance separating
fate had been drawn with a definite
second hand
your tracks disappeared, but the
language of longing
eternal in the expression
between being and not
your coming
illusion
alone ....
Agats - Asmat, August 2, 2010
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