Wednesday, March 13, 2013

THE BOAT




finally reached for the dagger, I stuck a sharp eye on the target before turning stabbed, frozen pieces as the story remains nameless silence behind the coffin, the door was shut, three hundred and sixty five days hidden behind the mist shrouded in mystery - my body now as cotton, how hard to forget, but it should, because the farther distance immeasurable stretch, glow in the sky remaining fireworks, chanting prayers and then a line of poetry, the boat was ready to move
let's go ...."

Agats - Asmat, January 1, 2013

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