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Opening and closing my hands in tandem

I carry the silence in this forest path.

Night comes like the player’s spiked shoes

and enable me to unclutter myself.

The moon meanwhile watches with her pale

weedy eyes with rare possibles.

Where should I go? I don’t have any city to live in

any village out there, at the roots on my head.

All those seeds stick to my tongue, taking the

darkness into my skin, rub it at the edge.

My day of wonder is no longer there anymore,

the round pond with hyacinth ooze the starlight.

All trails are open, all corners too,

You ask me to walk through the forest at night.

@gopallahiri