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I do not care

For the flying instant

But I do care fir the still picture

On my left,

Between the end and infinity,

In the middle of the road to nowhere...

Mountains come down

From the sky

Step into a sea of golden autumn.

A flock of birds

Are flying above

Like pagan cuneiform writing.

While the grey cloud

Squatting opposite

Is taking snapshots

With a bright flash...

I still don't know

If I am somewhere

In the picture at all.

1990

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