No earth - but still
Snowflakes fall
Right at my feet -
And when did you get here,
snail?
Night; and once again,
The while I wait for you, cold wind
Turns into rain
Behold the ego
Set in glowing emptiness
On the edge of time
He says a word
I say a word - autumn
is deepening
The winds that blows -
Ask them, which leaf on the tree
Will be next to go
Alone, on the web
Drops of sensitivity
Embrace an eyelash
Faceless, just numbered.
Lone pixel in bitmap -
I, anonymous
.
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