fourfold

Soil poem

Has it rained
inside the
hand
that invented
the scar of the
rock?

Are the years
colors
impressed on the soil
so silence
can remember
its age?

Is the slumber
of a rock
the miracle
of the
eyes?

Was it the gravest
mistake to design
dreams from
a pile of
sand?

 

 

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

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