The leaf
And here, I, alone
Amused is the brain.
Mass of mud in front
Make questions with clay…
Hold a while;
Then break.
Why, why, why?
When, when, when?
See myself as runner
On track, reaching end.
Set aside everything:
“What the hell? “
Pull away, retire;
Find myself in grave.
Feel being swollen
Worms crawl; am rotten.
Shout aloud and pray:
“No stone, no mention.”
I was leaf!
Have fallen!
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