POEM/In both of you in your strange spirit soaking yellow soil sadness was planted in the cup

In both of you

in your strange
spirit soaking yellow
soil sadness was planted in the cup
harmonious in our fronts
unfortunate
and break your new fingers
in the tower where the souls sleep
the only orphan is upset
pillar of words
rolls the sleeping pads
neither me nor you
as before.

sh.k.