Polysemous eyes
of the loved one-
we live in all the senses
a volatile cosmos
changing from moment
to moment
Oblivion sirens
the cracked people
waiting for a saviour
in a country never seen
on any map
Moss takes hold
on the temple ruins
the clock on the mantelpiece
stutters to standstill
The sun comes up again
saluted with a shrug
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