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The man cannot become a
tadpole. The ocean has dried up. Who
opens the big mouth?.Black hole?

It gorgonized the grass.
Dew drops were searching the
blue eyes of a fallen goddess.

After Vedas where the
truth would live in a script written on
the heart of a failed god?

Sitting at my window,
the moon will mutate into full love
to give me a vulcanized pain.

The storm will snuff
the earthen lamp. You will not kiss
the poet to find the hidden mystery.

The doorkeeper stops
the sun. Everything is not wrong. You
want to erode the lie in darkness.

Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole.

This was an elegy for a
fallen tree. Salt of my body collects on
the skin. An aphrodite walks on the bloody trail.

The daughter of the moon
cries gently. Under the snow storm,
what was the legacy of hiding the sun?

You rise like a volcano
to engage me. Put the thoughts in
mind-space to communicate with your soul.