i need not teach you
where to escape
the exit is always there
waiting for you
and from a distance
when the tremor of your
sad beginning is heard
once again
you must sing
to conceal what tragic
ending awaits you
i do not point
with my fingers where
you must be happy
you know it
it is always away from home
always it is
out there beyond us
as the chasm widens
we shall notice that space
is not emptiness at all
but beauty
unspoken.
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