Flowing Narratives
It’s strange that still
after so many things I listened to
flowing narratives that the others don’t hear
my eternity fights and dies
broken chord shaking like flowers,
the flowing thoughts, the impassable
immortality I left all the doors open
to the purifying wind
so that I wouldn’t grow roots as
I floated over the events.
And now that we two are left
I and you in the unsaid
what else do you see besides
the completion of Eros
in the innermost depth of the emotions
the foolishness of immortality?
The road and the colony are one
evergreen daydream eternal breath
destiny of men in its exhale
ovules of a new breath
what do you see through the open window
I don’t want to leave before the day’s end
to the vague depth of the cove
traces of dark memories
stare deep in our eyes
this is the time
schemata of immenseness on the horizon
then let me know what you see.

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