Hinotama

The balls of light did not illuminate
The balls of light were illuminated

on the edge of dividing
an abacus    trying

to keep itself
on the grief,

I will go
to the valley of depressed curiosity

to where the man was shot
to where the man died
to where the shots multiplied
to where the bullet the bomb
released insatiable hells

to bring the image of murder
to a point

let it slip?
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