Poetry

These Thirty Years With (י ד י ד (ד ע

This is for you
You upright creature

Peachy preacher
Beginner, seeker

This is the winter of Warsaw waning
The limbless realization of loose ends

This is ours, a breath forgotten

This is ours:
Words a-waning, life pertaining
Weeps and switches
All hold the difference

My comely nightstand

My wink of water
My wisp of lifelessness

Beams of spotlights
Become its rather distance
You are mine
In every instance

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