03.02.2018
Indian
You are the forgotten sign,a man who seldom stops,
you belong to the dispersed multitude
given to mortal causes.
And your voice turns
your pains into dust.
You are the bended midwife
- a nude, ageless woman -
of early pains,
a dance that comes and goes.
You are the solemn warrior
riding your own destiny,
the chain of the wizard.
The Indian is me or you?