ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 94
After A While
Drenched in the soft deceit of night
dripping stars
I float through walls
more real than I
A magic box unpacks itself
inside my head ยท
salty tears sting clean
these buried scarsexquisite delicate pain
Lingering fragrance
brings you all around me
heartbeat-real for an instant
What have you done
to my ancient tower
walls of ice?
In the timeless conceit
of night
I swim in circles
and remember tomorrow.
Catalin Kaser
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