A New Start
In a twisting whirlwind
you place me
at one end of that dark alley:
will there be any end for the agony, soul mate?
When those flashes blinded me,
I told Him to choose the path forthese tired feet.
In the twisting whirlwind
I am still
at one end of that dark alley
I refuse to kneel in this great
longin’ pain:
The smile must be displayed on my death.
Salemba, April 18, 2006
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