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I
Am a Slave (in Bracelets)
I
am a slave in bracelets.
They
encircle the essence
of my words.
I
write with a wrist wrapped in aged wood,
keeping
the secret
of my faithfulness.
The
Building of a Poem
swirling
circles of mud-color water
in the foam
another spiral in this land of spirals
in my cup
white cup
filled with swirls the color of wood
like rings of a tree
wooden table underneath
swirled wood
four windows
filled with the grey bay swirling
and the cloudy sky
threatening to storm
winds swirling
underneath the dock
underneath this boat cafe
'Unvieling'
hung on the wall
the
storm is collecting its strength
the sea underneath responds
the
colors are deep, dark, bold, and blurred
By
Accident
My
pen fell into the wine glass.
I
dropped it there
by
accident.
Now
it is drunk.
Now
I can write in the color of fire.
So
we were born,
of
flames
a blaze burning fast.
You
the fanatical master
And I the crazed lunatic.
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