Amit Dwibedy


“I had been a blind camera all day long in pre
paration of this dream”

“any photographer would tell you the same”

But I would like to
(see you) do that

(the moon)
My son
A fig

saw the red branches of the tree that once had red leaves

missing them, tumbling into the silver of unend
That is often called light.

“If there is nothing out the window, look at the books”

generous erect

I would like to be half concious at least
putting my shoes on to this song
this evening, not another lucky night
staying in bed; knowing myself; all day long.

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