poem 127

moisture is creeping up the sky,
eating the sun,
a question coming to my mind, why,
what have we done.

scattered feelings all around,
for deepness I strive,
in the deep blue currents of a sound,
a scuba diver buried alive.

standing on an empty stage,
I see us now,
my signature on an emtpy page,
me in your tow.

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