In silence, poetry (re)unites…

2.

the truth – don’t they say? – is painful


and needs, you know, your blood


needs your wounds


only through these will the life you sought in vain

pass – if it ever does pass through –


together with the wind’s whistling and ghosts

 

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To the one stranded on an island, sharing a similar predicament…

 

 

 

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