STRANGER

Closest the stranger you were

Short before the chili of light spread on our

Sores,

Yet leaning on a stepladder standing in

Void

The Autumn it was our glance to a transfinite desert

While pronounced spring – loosening the sight of winter-

Those hundreds of hands up, stand in silences of ours

Through the weakests of arms-

Ravelled the graceful stitch of gallantry

Blurred the lucidity of looking-glassnesses

A well hidden virtue in the naivete of night

The vice was the tractive we have known not..

Closest of the strangers you were !