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UNFAIR hanging on the rusty wall nail, my sad wrinkled trousers wondering what kind of an accident it must've been to leave them feeling so amputated and me so soundly asleep #review#fz#poetry

WORLD MAP May night. Outside, the dark storm prowls like a border patrol van. I sleep uneasily, my eyes fall on the world map, hung in the living room wall. And lo ! All the continents have disappeared, carried away like autumn leaves. The oceans are now oceans of absence, and this entire map - a map of ghostly emptiness. Full of terror and dread inside, I drag myself closer to that naked map, put my ears to it. And straining hard, I heard again that deep ancient humming filling a mother’s womb, the same humming that holds together the oceans. Geography blurred into pre-history blurred into biology. Just that humming, some sort of a starting point. #review#fz#poetry