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as in a cob
web
I saunter in the alphabet this
poem
detaches itself comes towards me
this poem awoke me
it is taken the spider
between my starred fingers
it preys on me
the improbable one
I let it drop
on an imagined web
where the next poem takes shape
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| Profetul -
2006-08-14 |
yes, sometimes I feel the same way
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