Road left alone, losing itself Poem by Hans Faverey
Road left alone, losing itself
Road left alone, losing itself
in distance. With two or three
horseshoes, half-heartedly interested
in rust - A mouth with all
it will be lost by still before it.
Up by the steps, beside the real steps,
what first had to wither is budding;
seen by me as if it has not
been by me. (Pierced.) Of course a cat
has more beautiful eyes than an owl.
Of course water swims through
its fish till judgement day.
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