: time was split into a bubble that
shaking and worried float
is there a bench to rest
wait?
way to deliver climbers
climbing high
then ejected
crash
at the edge of the abyss
- what if the real truth
I have to say, "yes"
for errors that never
I did
is there left room for
wait?
shiny floor was spinning
a bayonet
almost stabbing
right between my doubts
similar froth night without a trace
flounder in weary hearts
: how long should silence
petrified until it
thy trains rumbling
Agats - Asmat, February 17, 2001
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