we bow our heads
lower our eyes
touched by the saddest feeling.
stare at me for a while
with a glance from another season
rainy and shiny
like the sudden appearance of golden dust
in your palm,
know me once again,sent but not arrived,
as some truth is polluted by experiences,
hide me tonight
and turn me in by dawn,
fill in this unsigned form
(as everything you haven't chosen
is yours and the rest is chance)
or tie down this poem
and find a sea for it.