I sought thee
at every restless morning
worried because the sun chased ran deserted
dew fall into the water rumbles times
canoe swerved
paddle broke on the rocks
the liver was doubtful
where were you when the ink spilled solution
bathes the sky, as dark flashed
endless gloomy shadows
red cherry on top shaking dice
swords clashing,
boisterous hostile
similar fears iron frame heart
petrified burned time
where are you?
on a part
the day when the sun paled hit spitefuli
I ask your come on the Mighty Hands
sea salt ruling
and abort the rapids
: I sought thee always
my leader ....
Agats - Asmat, August 5, 2010
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