sinking into the mud and back to mother earth.
Herself?
All?
Like a primordial creature, sinking the strands of her body in the spectrum of the cosmos.
root that turns into light -
- Parthenogenesis.
difficult to do without Your strong mark on my babbling, now that I met you.
Maybe I'm dead, or am I just dreaming.
spent all my life so,
the normal restlessness of those days.
Exit Empa, find the clue, as in a mirror
know - finally - a step closer .
All those petals were even used to something.
Ofelia
that sinks in water is not just a confused girl.
You stimulate my imagination and drag me into your world of curiosity.
These
verses have a goal. This poem
is not just a beginning.
(17-18 June 2010)
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