10th
February 2013
#6
River Lines
Curse,
I lift my palm
to see the mystery in
river lines running across
the country, the map,
your face – it turns out deeper,
bending fast and deciding
everything that could have been
avoided.
All these sticky
days, whimpers of tiny,
rubbed against the background
monotony of orange peels,
we wish to live longer.
We wish to breathe,
rush to drink the water,
echoing in the continuous
well of a deeper thirst.
to see the mystery in
river lines running across
the country, the map,
your face – it turns out deeper,
bending fast and deciding
everything that could have been
avoided.
All these sticky
days, whimpers of tiny,
rubbed against the background
monotony of orange peels,
we wish to live longer.
We wish to breathe,
rush to drink the water,
echoing in the continuous
well of a deeper thirst.
