Presence
Someone in silence writes
using reflective ink
signals to the world
words are wounds
and rush to the one
who calls them frantically
the rustle of foolish youth
floats in the far end
the river echoes in the wind
lonely blood cell searches for its destiny
behind me, the road follows me
music scores attack my soul
arrows aim straight at my heart
time passed
what we call youth
refuses to pass
the place where I lost myself
an overloaded house
waves and shadows
a presence that escapes the senses
larger than tomorrow
distanced navigator
passes through the light.
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