Hello my passing self


Like a poster the rain paints upon concrete

sucked in by the canvas where it stands

I am,  the photon stolen when the gods meet

The mountain that hides inside the river sands

Like The valley where she hides

when rocks rain on her skull from above

I am, The stain on the river side

when she boils with cold love

Like The tadpole that prays and swims until

the sun blessed it with heat

I am, the unprescribed magic pill

that recolors the shades of defeat


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