on every leaf and every branch
flames ablaze.
From the snow mountain
standing there
there falls a painful scream
of my loneliness.
From the relationships of Stone Age
the wounds bleed
and yet
I show
dawn
to the owls
and enjoy the riches of pain.
And yet the unresolved pain
of a man burning within
echoes in the wilderness
' the human beings are cursed.'
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