“I found my silence” Eiko Ojala

Drags on twisted green

Thoughts soaked n steamed

Sighs trickle in sweat

The labyrinth of the heart.

Skin bathed in uncertainties

Caught in floods of identities

Dreams fastened on headlamps

Stalks sway on currents of wind.

Echoes of intercourse sail

Leaf submerged in shadows

Streams of words mumble

Held in pockets of wind.

In frantic race water spill

Dusk lay asleep beneath feet

Grope in puzzles of smiles

These tracks play never end.

Then we are found

In whirlpools of chance

These motions caused to slip

Feel about for something real.

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