My feelings
are not words
crafted and tailored
but are wonders
...
oh! constant gaity and oblivion
of all else
in the world.
halts!
...
flesh and blood
occupy the feelings fort.
in the outskirts
lie,
...
i know
this quantom leap of yours
that i am nurturing in you
will leave me behind.
...
There lies
under the rain; full of life,
a dead duck
waiting
...