riddle

and when your hand will rise again

an invisible force
I shall not be there
I shall not be there to greet you

a mirror may guide you
or not will be your echo
black beings with long arms and glowing eyes

will hide in a hollow tree inside your mouth

say yes and they say no
until two colours blend into grey
you shall be blind
a bone your crutch
a river your tears to a fools font
you shall lay down to rest

– until further notice –

the cashier said
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