Treasure Island

Nyein Way

(19.1.1962 / Yangon)

The arrowed face


Nowhere to put the medals I've got
Withered mornings flying under my foot-left foot
Elimination of intentional space
Elimination of intentional time
A show-case of blown faces

Submitted: Friday, April 22, 2005
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