you, whom they call merciful
give my tears back
give my dream back.
I can not tell how it happened.
it was a sunny morning though.
I heard the Voice.
but now my heart spewed it out
like a stillborn child:
lifeless they fell into the whirpool
of nothing and I did not look back
at the grey flesh.
the departure strangled the stream
and the muse fell with it.
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