anabis

skin , snake , poetry , stones , horizon , wild , feasts

long horizon ...
seriously as a sound,
stepping down as ...


dark and wet
as a snake skin ...

as a cry,
a harsh smell pain
as a tear ...

expect to wander,

to be remembered longer.

Other than
the road can not be
any ...

only stones,
only stones ...

away moving,
could we just say
it wild feasts
in gray horizon.