your eyes tell me (you are being torn apart by tigers-
work,and fear,memories and silence
your presence shares that you would like to be here
yet competing priorities claim your time and space
has moved so much in such a short time
i look at you through diamonds
i see you (wrong end of telescope
There are gods and goddesses more ruthless than us
who claim attention and obesience
(we dare not question them,nor ask
for exemption from surveillance
Speech would be our bridge(song our preference
Yet you are silent,and i only have your temporary presence
to intuit why you leave us with no words
only more questions...
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