Peaks of consciousness
Starwoven skies
Percussive thunderstorms

Hidden warriors
Thieves of obedience

A lost boy
Alone in hiding

Guns and shots
Knives and fists
Fathers, sons and nephews

Mothers and daughters hiding fugitives
Dismembered families and body parts

My father
Alone in hiding

Candlelit window
A rambling belly
Granmother’s whisper
Caress of heart

Knock on the door
Faint, hope and start

A finding

For the boy in hiding in the Unwritten Mountains- my father

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