sky and peach blossoms

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sky too rejoices 
as peach tree blossoms all-rose
luring waxing moonmagh-peach-chabahil-flower

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black hole in the making

last time
i had to burn myself
to get over the darkness
that you brought in

now
what remains
is a smouldering bod
sans soul

though invisible
black holes
can absorb everything
light to matter notwithstanding

a collapsing star
i could be a black hole in the making

if it happens,
next encounter whatsoever
won’t be as amiable as the last ones
because
the light
that is to say you
would have to fall into me
and lose your existence

vestal shudder and esoteric message

the mountains
— black and white, bare and half-clad —
reminded me of you
once again
notwithstanding whether they were virgin or climbed
and,
forced me to cut over
the pseudo-conversations
in which
you had been cutting in
(or, say, I was used to
fantasising)
all the time
for an age

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the strong wind
that
bore the “fiery” breath of snow
imparted a shudder on my heart
with
a vestal and virtuous feeling —
pain coupled with joy
vestiges of odium, if any, translated into love
frigidity nonexistent
affection multiplied
and,
a strong intuition that
my days are numbered
overwhelmed me
on the other hand

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then and there
at the end of the universe
with no delay
i left a message for you
in a language
that you don’t understand
now
(regardless of the possibility
that
you could remain ignorant about it
forever)

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i won’t be here
to see you
savvying me
if that ever happens
or
hating me anew
for reasons galore
— good or bad —
that you would gather

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i know, i know
you won’t miss me in any way
or
even bother to pray — not even in a pity —
for the peace of my soul
that
you probably think is troubled,
if not cursed

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you can hate me
(please hate me to the core)
if that makes you feel happy
i won’t complain
now or then
alive or dead

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fly high in the sky
i’ll never try to catch you
you are a free bird

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(hope your flight will land
there
some day
to decipher the mantra esoteric
that i’ve taken up
and left for you as the message
the alchemist way)

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