Turfalko

The veins of the journey


The veins of the journey

unravel into multiple

furrows


and our expectations kindle

beneath contrary forces


we are the stars

of a thousand branches


frail cracks

fractures

with golden glints


our marks

and our marblings

mineral

darkened by words


sentences

sketches

traces of time


calligrams

of our weaknesses

flaws and imperfections


thus

we write ourselves

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