Distance

 

Distance,

the claw that crushes the bone,

exposes the marrow to the

relentless sun.


Distance,

the hammer that covers the shield

with sturdy nails, their iron heads

scorching the eyes of

hostile throngs.


Distance,

averse to swoons and sieges

shuffling as in a slow dance

along the thin brittle line between

the inscrutable and the

banality.


Distance,

obedient to a particularist law,

sowing the earth despite wide turmoils,

raising a legacy:

an unfurled defiant calyx

 

 



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