Vaporising Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Vaporising



Vaporising

In my car saw insect
Same goes on in kitchen.

As observed elderly
Cleaned cup with spit.

Is in air a message?
Am I now my danger?

Has time come to depart?
Intra-Vascular to bye, bye?
Or maybe crashing on a road?
Or leaving getting lost in forests?

Saturday, July 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: vision
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