Empty Mind

Do you know the pain
of somebody on the road,
freezing alone? In Asperger syndrome?

You do not want to talk
about the forest of words; -
though a small window opens
to the hazy mountain in dense fog.

The shadow lengthens,
when you stand against the sun.
a stupid thing, being a
proud owner of an evening moon.

Where does the small island
of narration lead you? A
temple of nobody's god?
I am frightened now.

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