Stammering

There are still things which evoke that sensation. Still. In this world of spectacles they amaze us every time and we reach to that start. Instantaneously. No cartoonish holograms, no interference, no diffraction, no extra ordinary technique, automatic devices nothing just nothing at all. Still.

Let me go

Come if you like

Come like the last hot day in a cold country

Come like the last rain of the desert

Come like the last winter of the hottest city

Come like the last song of the country of war

Like the last laugh of a kid in that country

Like the last rest of the wandering knocked off tribe

Like the last drop of the sea that dried

Like the last harvest of the depressed valley

And that makes me still believe.