Waft & weft




Threads bind

the city, weave

memory’s path.


Your face lost

in tourist crowd,

year’s flow


like muddy river.


I’m fossilized in

a myth: image

in glass






‘’I’’ become

a stranger:

soul weeps


There is no


no panacea


to restore




You talk, talk,

talk, dreams

down optic fibre


phantom shakes

hidden weft,

grabs at


snagged thread:


& pulls.






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