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leaving lombok










fades away the

muzzin's call as we leave

port lember behind


old boat

rust eaten

traval companion

true


vessel of emptiness you

plough a path in the sea


ferry us from island to

island in search of

in search of what


you know there're no

shores to be reached


you know our thirst

of crossings is an

invention of waves

just as our shape


that brush stroke of

her iridiscence

suspended

in mid-air


and yet

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Richard Gruner
Richard Gruner
Aug 13, 2024

Thank you for the occasional poem in my inbox -- all the best from Munich, Richard

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