I love
My living evening.
Evening I love,
To loving I want to
Say so many things.
Words
I want to express
In wording.
And I summon myself
On the very point,
Very point of living.
Living is interesting
And it is true to
The situation so far
Pointed out.
All wordless
And with my own arrogance
I want to measure the dark.
The dark, I know
Not belongs to me.
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