Saturday 27 December 2014

Looking for The Bull




In the pasture of the world,
I endlessly push aside the tall
grasses in search of the bull.

Following unnamed rivers,
lost upon the interpenetrating
paths of distant mountains,

My strength failing and my vitality
exhausted, I cannot find the bull.

I only hear the locusts chirping
through the forest at night.

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