​Swallowing July.
I am ready to travel.
Temples, lakes
and tropical jungle –
hidden deep.
Wait for me
Drinking coffee looking
at the bright moon.
Will become my companions.
There is no darkness in me.
And the poems,
always the poems.
My constant friends.
A constellation of my voices.
And still I have no desire
to dodge street-viewings.
So, I prepare again
to take a layer
from the surface of life.
So it begins.
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