Behind the scene of this waterfall,
I followed you again
And there
I saw you
transported into the world
bringing back field reports of a past life
Male entity,
through you,
I lived
beside
isolated
Cold War
stone walls
and waited beneath
sudden
summer rain
surrounding myself
with
too much space
complicated
by raw exposure
where rays shake
the opening heart
inducing the imagination
than the Real
(one of the first poems I wrote when I started writing)