Feel Alive

There is a magnitude

a rushing water

where every heartbeat

is left unturned–

A flock of snowing flowers

find us there


in the cold shutters

of every hand

which was never desolate

to find rocks


upon every ground,

our ground,

the unsolid gaze

which never chanced


To rob oneself

of daylight

is forbidden

and the mystery

knows it

for it never hid

its face from your walls–

And until every stone

a memory

a thought

a pointless hour

to waste,

until every last stone


and remains,

you will never release


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