my favourite old coat
________________
infinite salvation
must be sought
in finite things
two clear mirrors
reflect
each other
I thought of all the leaders
fighting to be free
and I thought about you
hiding from the mystery
in my annihilation
Mu appears
a guitar without strings
a sound
blown by the
wind.
my favorite old
coat
is worn today
threads loosely
hanging
shreds blown away
to the clouds
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