Sip your pain
Wider of mouth
See, how
it is aligned sweetly
with your blood
No new thread
Needle my attire
The same old cloth
Wear a new birth
On a different body
Attachment worry me
Branching its seasonal arms,
Detachment
Play silently
On the falling leaves
Take no eye
On a departed moment
Are we not, rowing
the same boat
from time immemorial
Sip you there
The working of your deeds, now
Time never runs backwards
To hand you out, but
A souvenir of a grave
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