Asher matome Chipu Poet Verse

I fall to the scaffolding leaving behind myself

The dipole-hook of the stage 
of echoes has rung. 

The section of the third movement. 
A distance
and  a void.
is shaped like a semi circle.
Leveling the dew. 

Above the threshold's gate
And the scaffolding is fragile.
my face is bound to the poles.
Against the walls.

The place for rest is but a sliver.

Greetings to the end.
a step is time.
























Fom a ruptured voive

write thd words herr
crushed words come out
squeezed

flattened

desyroyed by heavy depression
broken
fall apartito tiny pieces of dust

severely twisted

violently
like smashed glass
broke down

into fragmenred face

with thin linrs

falleb apart

       , - ~ ~ ~ - ,
    , '  . - ' - .  ' ,
   /   /  dust  \   \   \
  |   |  (pushed) |   |  |
  |   |   apart   |   |  |
   \   \  ______ /   /   /
    .   '  \    /  '   .
      , - ~ ~ ~ - ,

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