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Photo Ananda Ferlauto Words Neamat Imam

Abandoned in the heap of fallen pines
the woman in the frame
looks without pause at the winter road;
exposed sadness in her frozen stare
mingled with the rough surface of the glass
charges with guilt
all that moves in the fog;
heartless as she is
strong enough in her decadence
to cause the last massacre of the world:
intense jealousy of being still
turns her grimmer,
but she strives to rise
from her murky beauty lines
to curse all that crawls
or runs or flies.

Woman in the frame,
all efforts dream to retire in a tiny corner,
all promises enter the elegance of being nothing,
all peace of a shadow is undoing itself
with the loudest ever gimmick and
a deluded mind is the loveliest of all.

So fade; fade with joy, with conviction.