Daes dae-mar

the rope cuts in
and I am shamed
again

fighting for breath
for air and strength

you stand – removed
your hands detached
from your body
and no body

knows –
that the hands around
my neck,
the twisted rope …
fingers that carelessly
unconcernedly
grope,
are yours.

“Daes dae-mar”: from Robert Jordan’s Game of Houses (Wheel of Time)

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