Poem Hunter
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


If you're blinded by that unworldly flash
Cross words are needless, you gotta hush
Your body still reacts to a conditional reflex
But your soul insensitive to the lust and sex

It's still unaware of its new locality
So puzzled and unexperienced in utter liberty
Mourning over shedding its old skin
Maybe heaven ain't yet a golden mean?

Obscure unknowing is turning you off
Kicking the habit ain't no kid stuff
It hurts yoiu to live, wanna breathe your last
Unattainable death plays with you loose and fast

You realize that you can neither live nor die
The eternal suicide grows on you, no lie!

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