Saturday, January 7, 2017

S E P T E M B E R

at the roots of the wind slain 
august was tired and drooping
time trapped and screaming, but suddenly
silent, frozen in a picture
: "upps, the portrait ....", save smile and fear
at the same time, feeling stalled later
die
later, the uncovered back memories
when a missed call --where I keep a trail?
not the past as the eternal destiny?
hidden question in the future
I'm no longer just alfabeth legible
after marriage script, even after the furious wind
venting anger abort twig
and foliage
enough already sob, revenge for all curse
because it was still going to date 

the moon even if late in coming
then the caravan
perennial stomping steps down 

edge time let months pass ....

Agats - Asmat, September 5th, 2011

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