Past Tears on the Blockchain Network: Poetry Games: Weekly Contest Week 11 |
the past immediately invaded the booth
whose name is like a vine
that's what it says on the map of our love
I'm half lying on my back and half sitting on the bed
a position created in the midst of exhaustion
coming home from war
with the flag of victory fluttering on the porches of our hearts
but we don't have time to have a party
because of past incursions
instantaneously across the blockchain network
like lightning
making rusty knots
from word to event and from event to word
dripping vinegar on the wound
poured out on the gaping hole of the heart
twisted tightly now and then
the concrete wall on which you rest your shoulders
remained sturdy even though the iron bones were shaken
as if the whole word wound and the wound of events
are in the secure circle of the blockchain
impenetrable suffering
even though the story is on the screen only
can make us laugh and shed tears
you are so firm behind the throne
then why did the invasion hurt my heart?
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