Time
A piece of time
and much ...much
ecstatic silence.
I live with low vitality and
a distorted background.
I look at you.
In my bed a hesitant night waiting,
under my feet
my shadow melts.
Tears sing on Anna purna Ghat *
a devastated past froth
in my coffee cup in Kardomah,
Blank stare,
In the hollow of the boat
in Mediteranian,
I am fast asleep.
Drunken sailors assault
the tired singer
singing like broken disc
Time still
or time goes round and round
like a constipated bitch.
I AM IN THE LIGHT
I AM IN THE DARKNESS
THAT TIME
THIS TIME,
WHICH I
WHO AM I ?
@amiyo * Annapurna Ghat... a bathing ghat
on the bank of Ganga
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