: time has turned to dusk
suppressed
are you still a figure?
your action now only the shadow
jet-stone licked the time tongue
night lasting
gray eyes on the ball
pour soot
get down
in
empty
- even the sun
getting older
erupted in the crown of the head
burning roof
until a bullet whizzed
: will you realize
it greed?
in the end the power
similar flame burning
out in space
without a map
you: not anybody ....
Agats - Asmat, February 25, 2011
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