The birth of creation
Whenever trying to
write a life creepy story
The possibilities of
language go away
Like the horizon at a
touch distance
The starting moments
are deceptively abandoned
Moments where merging
with feeling and language
When seldom happened
The pen in hand is
disappearing like mirage
Like the origin of the
rainbow
Like a butterfly coming
and sitting on a hand
The time it takes to
write is from the embryo of womb
The period of
childbirth is similar
And pollen of forest
flowers
At a distance where the
stalks of garden flowers can’t meet
Go in and out like the
waves and the beach
The floor-standing
writing like abandoned light house
Crying out for what has
to write
In the moment of
writing as it touches the magic of writing
Like a piece of iron
flying in the sky
It's as easy as
carrying a miracle in your hand
Stop asking if the
creature has given birth
In that the childless
creature will not go unnoticed by you
Always have deep faith
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