poem

                                                                            ode to farewell

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if you meet me by chance

among the caravan of ages

passing through the deserts,

stare at me

as if we had never net.

if you meet me,

among the passers-by

see me,

as if we were

not at all acquainted.

if you come across me

among the old portaraits you fondle

as a memento of your voyage

through the ages,

just fall among the novel images

scratched on the walls

of your bowels.

                                                                    

if you see me delirious,

deliver chirping coos

into the ears of your fellow travellers

who you think you love.

if you notice me smiling,

distort my lips 

with your gaze of temper.

if you see me lethargic,

pour the elixir of dejection

into my yet throbbing being.

if you see me standing

in the sun blistering,

bid me farewell

to your own shadows.

if you see me standing,

in the torrent raining,

wave your hands

with the inducing calmness

pervaded under your umbrella

and stride away

into the 'wild wind'

of your subtle ways,

as if it were not your concern.

  

if you hear me singing

my swan son

applaude in thundering claps,

in great solace

that it is valediction.

if you see me silhouetted,

paint me with

pitchblend darkness.

if you see me thirsty,

stream away

into the apparition

of vague memories.

now

you can glide along

in your streams.

and herald the new ages

with chirps and shrills.

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