The poem, impact of seeing the underground excavation site
It was a life lived
Three dimensional
with the outside
shake hands
One dimensional
Period
Forward only
Arrow will shoot
half blind
Like a flowing river
Then there is no looking back
will travel
It left
It was a life lived
takes refuge
In the land of Puku.
All of it
shortness of breath
History
Do not destroy.
Holding the hand of time
The eye wakes up the burial ground
Excavation-
Dying forever
Completely
That is not without
as a witness-
Intuition
Subtly
Over time
one day
It opens up the world.
So far in history
Unread pages
are read then.
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