It rained along with the opening
dawn and by mid June, a month
ended in my ancient almanac
While rewinding events
on the dotted lines
i found a coat of paint on the fourth
compartment of a knowledge house..
Timid alphabets forgot silence
and speech emerged from sea shells
From the overflowing oceans
i watched a horizon extending
its branches to take away
my star lit earthen lanterns..
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