Past the point of suffer, there
stands an Archer with his Bow,
and a hug of nameless Arrows.
Thought I knew their names.
I wish I knew the Names.
In a rite of solemn torture
there I came, and then I bowed.
Nameless Arrows did I gather.
Thought I had their names.
I wish I had the Names.
2014.
The Names
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2014
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