These All Were You
I had many words,
hadn't need ink
though I wrote into inside paper
without body
some peacock feathers
greeted me
to some night west stars,
a star eyed me
on a planet
I panted thousands acre trees
there birds built their nests
I was loving all birds crossing seven seas
I was lying down on the bed
and seeing crossing the window glass
the far horizon stole the written words
by licking of kitten tongue smelled ruminated flush
this morning I find me unaided due
and discover these all were you
-Sunday, June 23, 2019 Chattogram
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