Nature that has left me hopeless
became arid in the fields
my abandoned homes in others' memories and feats
the girls on the pier
with ill-intent as they wait for me
the wolf's dream in its wilderness
the hyena desiring me and its neighbor
the cypress I tallied
the roads I folded
become distant and similar
while I forget and remember
I, who exaggerated everything,
go as alone as my mother had birthed me
and sit in my icon.
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