when the unseen is seen
the unknown suddenly known,
the treasure losses itself
through loops and currents
of your hidden truths,
your infinite smallness,
and games played only
for personal gain and
so I lose the moonlight
in those loops and currents of
an untimely meeting and then
a leaving
and so I lose
and so. . .
I will start again the journey
to moonlight on currents
of truth . . .
if such exists
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[posted via iPhone]
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