***

I curse

the shadow of genius

with ashes of

indifference

covering

unviably burning

afternoons of suggestive

de ja vu

 

when we die

for the thousandth time

in the unfinished moment

of the eyelid’s dropping

do you feel

how the nonsensual perception

of the fire

kills the child

in you?

 

I curse

returning karmas

 

Tired of the constant

one and the same

second of death

 

I close my eyes

trapped

in the empty labyrinth

of my synapses

 

some spring

noon

far away in the country  

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[JustWantLove]

Adventurous and captivating. My own universe drives in the direction of my foresight with the road-map of your words. Wonderfully expressed!