The wind she curves
it is the road which it curves
it did curve in her eyes
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Then he left the scene
of the self
manged to carry
the point of no return.
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home here tomorrow
road it to unknown
the journey of no intention
full of it, full to grow, full to fill
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There she was
in the was of she the one
in the one of not the one the she
then it did happened
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In the Memory of Kim, My beloved teacher
The beauty of her melodic life
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The Thing of No Thing
To the Memory of that beautiful woman, Kim, who was my teacher,
To her sudden leaping into the no thing of death
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solitude unto solitude
in the diagonal becoming not yet of the lines of unfamiliar
in the gazing density of the labyrinthine points
the unique imagination of crossing sea and earth
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He said 'soi soi-distance'1
he said of 'soi'
of the self selfing
of the self shelfing
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The way they move
It is a moving thing of a move
it moves in its own moving
on its own owned to move
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The chocking of the throat
Noised the seeds of cold
Winter steams quickly
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Ensan, the one who forgets
It is only a door, a step forward that we get lost
It is only a step away that we lose it all
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The Moment
The Moment
To Tara, the beauty of all time whose poetry lives forever
in the middle of time
in the treasury of life
one in the history of thousands
one in the one of ones
there goes the moment
there goes the moment of the one
then one poses in the pose
one does it in the silence of the moment
in the moment of silence,
in the silence of one moment
in the moment itself
Massoud Abolfathi
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