above all
one thing will never change
riot of anxiety
man's perpetual stalking
the perfection
the silhouette of icarus
against the skyscraper
overcrowded with intelligence
will bend it
crack
sink
yes! there is a sea of illusion
devours its own watery shadows
but never quenches its own thirst
nonetheless
the summit of autumn
will start soon
behind the open doors
all will belong to the gold
the death of leaves
death of feathers
the death of butterfly
all belongs to crimsoned
autumnal allusion and dictions
of decay
of white emptiness
the glowing green light
behind the snow
growing in a swordfish eye
the cycles of
the turquoise-lapis lazuli sky
one thing will never change
fraidoon warasta,
29 september 2021,
amsterdam
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