Womb of cloud
On windshield of my car raindrop
united the blades march left-right.
Heard guest's voice on its way to the death
very weak as if came of deep depths:
"Life is a, 'rise and fall'
an exact curve of wave."
An inhale and exhale:
"Of floor of the seas
to the womb of cloud
in skies and now what? "
stopped then:
"Brutal..."
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