You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.
Where you placed the
thumb imprint, it was fake.
Big hands did't move.
It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.
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Author:
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'It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.'
'You cannot kill the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.'
(but we can use
the embittered salt
in the rain, streams
of our eyes
to soften, the dry leaves
of ill-fate - at least enough
to imbue them
with malleability, enough
to render them, comprehensible...)
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