tonight
Vocabulary is wounded
Dying on book shelves
In dictionaries and thesauruses
Red bubbles
Beats to the train
Tracking hundreds of kilometers
Thundering
Leaping on iron
Across fields, crops of sorrow, words, languages
To the vacuum of your room
In my universe.
Tissue papers and pills
at bedside.
Under frittering eyelids:
a swift flight to your
single rajai.
Fleeing over tracks, trains,
roads, trucks, planes.
Within seconds,
back to the harem of coziness
after a day of torched
black toil.
Words fall short
when
silence speaks.
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