Oct 29, 2014

cult

cult
18.7.1994.lun camp6 0631

I eat breakfast in the Land of Oz,
around me are just squares
 of black and white marble,
and strong ,silent fog,

with her fingers she touched the darkness:
under fur coats handle of revolver peeps-
and a long, long barrel
                   wiped out the moonlight.

night  is without stars.-
in front of me drizzles stopped truck,
-with turned on engine and open eyes;
I raise my hand to protect myself from the flash,
wind bends thin hazel trees.
headlights turn off

                 - drops struck me on my cheek

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