sixty thousand smiles,
screaming and crying.
supplanted the habit of seeing you sighing.
Weeks and abuse inside the cave, behind the doors. Let
free to discover the color of peak, between dusk and twilight.
Like a castaway among the waves, sudden impulses. A
carp, loop the loop.
I saw my son to do the roller coaster of life. Not at the amusement park. By temperament
recruit our classmate.
foot against foot and the arm up, march to nowhere.
disease of the hands on the keyboard, fingertips on a screen.
They open atmosphere, streets, alleys, ravines, forks uphill and downhill,
in search of not knowing.
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