hologram to prove its authenticity.

- Golden fields -

Wind draft, a fallen hat. . .

Scarecrows, are what their
karma allows them to be.

The guardians of the golden fields.

A knife, a glittering but dead, one out
of many mother of pearl, rolled down
quietly in the hot sand, next to your
little toe

the violated, black-lipped pearl oyster is
in your palm, under the eyes of the sun.

Caught in the net of your thoughts
useless
be-cause you weren’t being present
unseen
enough, present enough to keep
unveiling
breathing
in
the truth,

your struggle with the parasite(?)

Even the blind can dream

of you
you
y
o
u
uoy

Unknown but not unwanted
orphan

you
Black pearl
you

is that enough?

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