Zywa
Soham
It is a beautiful autumn day
the park splendidly strewn
with spiny balls, they proliferate
everywhere, I can't watch it
The bad news attacks
I withdraw inside
the walls, close the gates
Leave me alone, let me fight
the facts on my worldwide desktop
as the days go by and I am uncertainly
taking steps in the dance to the final party
letting my I flow in, slowly
exhaling It to be whole, it goes
naturally, it goes by naturally
but now a pill and then
I'll eat and know that outside is inside
- a beautiful day
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