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Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis


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METAMORPHOSIS ( Made In NY )


Spring has spilled
Over the stairs and turned into
A puddle.
And I’m getting lost, melting
Into the everyday
Transforming into uniformed crowd.
But not giving up yet !
Feverishly grabbing for support,
rock, stone, but
everything’s torn down
pedestal of glass cracked.
I am trying to awaken
The sleeping multitude
I scream…shout
Rescuing myself…
And all those
stony words
echo….roll..
next
only a quiet moan
can be heard.

Passers-by’s legs crash
Pieces…
Glass dust..
Of an unknown origin.


NY July, 1988







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