Running away from darkness,
I sink myself
to drink the honey
from your flower,
to ease the show
of my primal corpses,
beginners´ rites,
close encounters with death...
The far away memories
are brought forward,
as blood,
mysterious and untangible
blinds my possibilities
to meet in peace
my fragrant gardens,
the summer breeze
and the rafting river....
My sweet river
becomes a ghostly flood
threatening to drown
my hopes:
I must ride my tide
to survive...

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