Eggs Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

Eggs



From chaos, from fortune
I feel that I miss you while we talk

In flooded tunnels with
Just enough light below the vaulted roof
Where I lost my shadow

It's midday under an obscure sun &
I am a torn bill of an odd amount
Which all the kings men
Cannot put whole again

Saturday, October 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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