by atma anna christ


As the story goes as the wind blows as the waves crash on the shore

Nothing remains ever the same your eyes the dream tore

Something is there unsaid unfinished untouched

a tear in a pool of contempt

Chrysanthemums blooming the cat in the bed

Your longing so deep so blunt so unpredictable strikes

in anger in fear in lies

and this good bye is like giving diamonds as a pawn for a drink

is like falling in the abysmal depths of unknown

and I dance and dance and know

the end of this world

Into the nothingness at last…


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