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Dec 2024
NOT AN EASY PATH LEADS TO ME

I’M THE WORD THAT MOVES THE MOUTH
I’M THE EYE THAT MELTS INTO DEW AT THE FACE ON THE LEVEL OF A TRAIN WINDOW PASSING WATERFALLS AND CEMETERIES
I’M THE PALM THAT TREMBLES WHILE PICKING A FLOWER
I’M THE BREEZE THAT BREAKS INTO A HEAT
I’M THE CURVED MIRROR ON THE SURFACE OF A LAKE
I’M THE AIR THAT STANDS STILL
I’M THE NOTE SLIPPING FROM UNDER THE HAND OF GOD
I’M THE ROADSIDE COVERED WITH THE TRACES OF PILGRIMS
AND SHARDS OF THEIR NAMES
I’M THE FLAME MEETING WATER FOR THE FIRST TIME
I’M THE PIECE OF A SECOND IN THE WORLD’S HOUR
I’M THE SENTENCE THAT BEGINS WITH A FULL STOP
I’M A HUMAN AWAITING A HUMAN
(WHO MUST APPEAR TO THEIR OWN SELF)
Written by
Olha
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