Precariousness Poem by Sareh Sayidi

Precariousness



Dead is the time,
with its hair dissolved,
around the fingers, solely mine.

In primitive caves of forgetfulness,
when the spirit strays
the body is but a definition
upcoming the fall.


– 170615

Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: loss,time
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